
The Room Behind My Eyes
[Intro] [Close Whisper] There is a room behind my eyes, No window, lock, or morning sky. I count the teeth along the door, Then hear you asking me for more. [Verse 1] I keep your photograph face down Beside the glass I never touch. The paper curls, the corners brown, But I still need it far too much. I fed the ache with borrowed names, With sleepless hands and kitchen flames. Each time I swear that this will end, The want returns and calls me friend. [Pre-Chorus] Something moves beneath my ribs, Something learns the shape of this. I close my mouth, I hold my breath, It hums a promise under death. [Chorus] Open the door, let the hunger in, Let it wear my face and pull the skin. I give it every thought I hide, It leaves no room for me inside. Take what is left, take all I save, Make a throne from the life I gave. When I say no, it answers through: I am still here because of you. [Verse 2] The hallway bends around the sound Of footsteps matching mine for mine. I leave three cups upon the ground; By dawn, the third is always dry. The mirror fogs without the heat, A second pulse repeats my beat. I write your name across my arm, Then watch the letters rearrange. [Pre-Chorus] Something waits beneath the floor, Something knows what I came for. I hear it breathe behind the wall, And miss the fear before the call. [Chorus] Open the door, let the hunger in, Let it wear my face and pull the skin. I give it every thought I hide, It leaves no room for me inside. Take what is left, take all I save, Make a throne from the life I gave. When I say no, it answers through: I am still here because of you. [Breakdown] [Whisper] Do not turn around. Do not turn around. It learned your voice. It learned your voice. [Instrumental] [Bridge] I found the room behind my eyes, The door was never locked or closed. You were the hand that held the knife, I was the wound that chose to grow. I tore the photograph in two; Both halves still looked exactly like you. [Final Chorus] Open the door, let the hunger in, Let it wear my face and pull the skin. I give it every thought I hide, It leaves no room for me inside. Take what is left, take all I save, Make a throne from the life I gave. When I say no, it answers through: I am still here because of you. [Final Scream] I am still here because of you! [Outro] [Breathy Whisper] The room is quiet. The third cup is empty. And something is still asking.

