[Spoken Intro – quiet, broken] I fucked up. Drove everyone off. Lied, used, fled. You stayed. Why? [Verse 1] I followed my pulse like a wire through the stairwell, after chalk-faint phantoms, Every night I swore I'd quit, then I fed the little shrine again. My past came calling me by the name beneath the sink, white-knuckled, ash-lipped, all want and no harbor. [Verse 2] Back then, marooned in the drone of the fridge, the fan, the hall at midnight, A thrall to lines, to bottles, to that dead click behind my eyes. But your hands hauled me up when the room went wax-soft at the edges, Your mercy cracked the latch on my throat and let the dark speak. [Pre-Chorus – whispered] I asked for none of this. Thought I was too far gone to keep. I wanted silence. You opened a gate in it. Then you showed up clean in the doorway while I still smelled like the whole wreck. [Chorus] I was all smoke and bad wiring, still you came back close, Pulled me through the wreckage when I couldn't hold my own. I was all smoke and bad wiring, still you came back close, Kept me from sliding back into the ditch. These marks don't get to call it, No, they don't get to call it, You hauled me out of the hex, You hauled me out of the hex. [Verse 3] Bare room. Dead bulb. Sink gone brown. Then you. One knock. One voice. Fog splits. I wake. I was the mason of my own tomb! I laid the stones! I forged the chains! I begged for the gate — And thou didst breathe. [Bridge – soft, regretful] I was the one who broke the whole thing open, You kept a wick lit in the murk. I do not earn the way thou stayed, Yet here I stand, and thou hast stayed. [Verse 5] When the worst had passed me by, You stayed close without a word. You were quiet in the cold, A steady hand, a gentler door. [Chorus – full intensity] I’ll say it plain, I’ll say it now — You're the reason I’m still upright somehow. I’ll say it plain, I’ll say it clear — I’m here, I’m here, because you stayed near. These scars don't get the final word, No, they don't get the final word, I'm clawing out of the hex, I'm clawing out of the hex. [Outro – spoken, fading] I still hear the static. I still feel the ghosts. But thou'rt louder. Thou'rt stronger. And I’m not going anywhere.--- [Outro – spoken, fading] I