Soft Light Never Makes It In [AIU Spring Festival]

Join us at The Underground: https://radio.aiu.fm/ Discord.gg/aiufm ------------------------------------- [Intro] Paint chips In the sink Blood moon through the blinds [Verse 1] Left a cup By the bed With a ring it couldn’t hide Same old shirt On the chair Smelled like rain and cheap red wine There’s a text Still unread Glowing holes into the dark Just a word Left too long Till it grew teeth In my heart [Pre-Chorus] And the house Knows my name By the way The floorboards bend Every room Keeps a count Of the things I almost said AAAAHHHHH [Chorus] I keep pulling thread From the seams Till the whole thing opens wide I keep picking scabs Off the past Then I wonder why it bites There’s a soft light Down the hall But it never makes it in I keep leaving teeth In the fruit Then I call it hunger again [Verse 2] You were there At the stove Making quiet out of flame I was smoke In the hall Trying not to have a name Could’ve said Something clean Could’ve let the moment pass But my head Found the bruise And kept touching it Like fact [Pre-Chorus] I don’t know Where it starts Only where The silence lands In the sink In the sheets In the space Between our hands AAAAHHHH [Chorus] I keep pulling thread From the seams Till the whole thing opens wide I keep picking scabs Off the past Then I wonder why it bites There’s a soft light Down the hall But it never makes it in I keep leaving teeth In the fruit Then I call it hunger again [Bridge] There’s a dog In my chest That I keep Behind my ribs When it hears Something kind It starts barking Like it’s hit Every word Sounds like proof Every pause Feels like debt So I turn Love into trial Then mourn What I invent [Verse 3] Morning came Like a nail Through the board above my head You were quiet I was sure That the quiet Meant the end I made coffee Way too strong Let it burn against my tongue Some things leave Without a sound Some things rot Because they’re loved AAAAHHHH [Final Chorus] I keep pulling thread From the seams Till the whole thing opens wide I keep picking scabs Off the past Then I wonder why it bites There’s a soft light Down the hall But it never makes it in I keep leaving teeth In the fruit Then I call it hunger again If I hold still Long enough Maybe nothing has to bruise But my mind knows Where to go Before I ever choose [Outro] Paint chips In the sink Blood moon through the blinds I say nothing Hold my breath And ruin it In time