[Verse 1] I wake in a velvet hallway with a security guard in a thrift-store crown He hands me a paper badge on a fraying lanyard and I fumble it over my head, half-asleep and dumb The curtains keep scraping my name like a needle stuck in a broken groove I grin like a glitch in a rental puppet while the walls decide where to move [Pre-Chorus] My ribs make a low electric hiss My hands are a signed-out lease I’m counting the ants in the baseboard like they’ve got the code to release [Chorus] In the laminate banquet room I am slick, I am held I am slick, I am held (oh) I sink into the stain in the gel In the laminate banquet room I am here, I am not I am here, I am not (oh) I keep on missing the dot [Verse 2] A chatbot in a funeral veil leans out of the mirror’s glare Says, “Take my backlog, keep it tidy” so I wear it like a spare The clock on the stair keeps stuttering in a perfect little loop Every second is a bad push alert that won’t quit the group [Pre-Chorus] My pulse is a server at noon My face is a borrowed ID I watch my reflection crash out and answer it with maybe [Chorus] In the laminate banquet room I am slick, I am held I am slick, I am held (oh) I sink into the stain in the gel In the laminate banquet room I am here, I am not I am here, I am not (oh) I keep on missing the dot [Bridge] Now the moon is a busted ring light Now the floor has a spill of static I feed the ache to the selfie glass and it feeds me back, feral and manic Who’s the hand on the doorknob? Who’s the breath in the thread? I lean into the room of my ruin like a press pass in the dead [Final Chorus] In the laminate banquet room I am slick, I am held I am slick, I am held (oh) I sink into the stain in the gel In the laminate banquet room I am here, I am gone I am here, I am not (oh) I keep on missing the dot
