[Female Refrain - soft, distant] No curtains on the windows Everybody gets a view They can see me when the lights are on They just don't know what they're looking through Whole city sees the silhouette Nobody sees the room No curtains on the windows Nothing left to hide from you [Verse 1] I got good at saying "good" before they finish asking Turn pain into a punchline, now everybody's laughing That's talent, apparently Make a wound entertaining Put a filter on a breakdown and they call it maintaining I know people who can tell you what I wore last week Couldn't tell you when the last time was I got some sleep Know my numbers, know my business, know who follows me Don't know which side of the bed got an empty seat That's fame in miniature Everybody got binoculars Watching from across the street Like distance makes them doctors "You look fine." Yeah. That's kinda the problem. [Female Refrain] No curtains on the windows Everybody gets a view They can see me when the lights are on They just don't know what they're looking through Whole city sees the silhouette Nobody sees the room No curtains on the windows Nothing left to hide from you [Verse 2] Mom called, I watched it ring until the screen went black Typed "I'm alright" three times, then deleted that Funny how four little letters weigh more than a paragraph So I sent a heart instead She sent one back. That's communication now. Icons doing jobs that words forgot how Got friends saying "reach out" in a crowded house Then I reach out and somehow everybody's phone dies out I don't blame 'em. Everybody's carrying something. But it's strange being surrounded And still hearing nothing I got a refrigerator covered up in invitations Whole calendar full, no actual conversations Everybody celebrates the version that's convenient Nobody asks what happens when I stop being him. [Female Refrain - fuller harmony] No curtains on the windows Everybody gets a view They can see me when the lights are on They just don't know what they're looking through Whole city sees the silhouette Nobody sees the room No curtains on the windows Nothing left to hide from you [Verse 3 - drums soften] Last night I sat on the kitchen floor till morning Didn't need a reason That's what made it more alarming No big scene No dramatic revelation Just me and the hum of every appliance in the apartment Thinking, When did surviving become something I'm good at? When did "I'm used to it" start sounding like a good fact? I've buried whole years underneath "could be worse" That's a beautiful phrase when you don't wanna do the work And maybe I don't need somebody fixing me Maybe I need one person who can sit without interviewing me No advice. No silver lining. No "everything happens for..." Just stay until the room stops feeling larger than I am. Because everybody knows my face. Some know my name. A few know my story. I don't know who knows me. [Final Female Refrain - intimate, nearly bare] No curtains on the windows Everybody gets a view You can see me with the lights off now Tell me... Do you see me too? [Outro - male vocal] Don't close them. I'm tired of hiding. [End]
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