[Intro] Blue light. Black screen. Three knocks where you used to be. 3:17. Say my name. I know that voice. I know that face. But the dead don’t need a key. --- [Verse 1] Eleven years and nine missed calls, still buried underneath the walls. I killed the sound, I cut the wire, but memory learned to feed the fire. You wore the dress from our first night. You stood barefoot beneath the light. Same black nails. Same crooked grin. You said, “Danny, let me in.” --- [Pre-Chorus] Every ghost knows where you’re weak. Every wound remembers how to speak. --- [Chorus] At 3:17 someone’s at the door. Wearing everything I ever loved before. Calling through the static, calling through my skin. If guilt sounds like your voice, I still won’t let it in. Three knocks. One name. One memory wearing your face. At 3:17 I finally learned love is not the same as blame. --- [Verse 2] You showed me rooms that don’t exist, Christmas lights and cigarette mist. You played the nights I tried to lose, every scar I didn’t choose. You said I built a room for you. Maybe part of that was true. But grief can turn a lock to prayer, make you swear the dead are there. --- [Pre-Chorus] Every monster learns the past. Every wound can wear a mask. --- [Chorus] At 3:17 someone’s at the door. Wearing everything I ever loved before. Calling through the static, calling through my skin. If guilt sounds like your voice, I still won’t let it in. Three knocks. One name. One memory wearing your face. At 3:17 I finally learned love is not the same as blame. --- [Bridge] I loved you badly. You loved me the same. We called it passion when it needed another name. I should have answered. I carry that still. But I was never God. I could not bend your will. I can miss you. I can mourn you. I can hate the things I did. But I will not spend my life belonging to the dead. So knock. Knock again. Use her voice. Use mine. Bring every unfinished apology you can find. --- [Breakdown] You wanted an invitation. You wanted me afraid. You thought regret was just another doorway waiting to be made. But I know what you are now. I know why you came. You don’t haunt houses. You haunt names. --- [Final Chorus] At 3:17 someone’s at the door. Wearing every version of who I was before. Calling through the static, begging to begin. But guilt can have my memories. It doesn’t get back in. Three knocks. No key. No resurrection waiting for me. At 3:17 I finally learned: I can love you and still leave you outside the door. --- [Outro] Motion no longer detected. Blue light dies. Morning comes. And somewhere else another phone wakes up. 3:17. Someone is at your front door.
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