In My Head

VERSE 1 I built a house in my head, now I live in the halls, The walls are whispering doubts, and they’re making the calls. My past is a tenant that never moves out, It’s rearranging the furniture, filling with doubt. PRE-CHORUS I can’t evict what I don’t confront, But if I face it, will I come undone? CHORUS So I board up the windows, lock all the doors, Hope that the echoes don’t call me for more. Every reflection is starting to bend, Is it the glass or the shape that I’m in? VERSE 2 I tried to sleep in the attic, but dreams scratch the floor, They carve out their patterns, I’ve seen them before. The ceiling is caving, I brace for the fall, But the weight isn’t wood—it’s my thoughts after all. PRE-CHORUS I trace every crack like a map of my mind, But the more that I follow, the less that I find. If I tear down the walls just to see what’s behind, Will I like what I find, or will I go blind? CHORUS So I board up the windows, lock all the doors, Hope that the echoes don’t call me for more. Every reflection is starting to bend, Is it the glass or the shape that I’m in? BRIDGE I knock on the walls, hoping something will knock back, But silence is louder than panic attacks. I built a house in my head, but I lost the key, Now the landlord inside looks a lot like me. OUTRO If I light a match, will it burn me too? Or just burn the house and let something new bloom? Maybe I’ll walk through the smoke and the dust, Find out if ashes can turn into trust.