The Little Dead (Remix)

[Intro — breathy whisper] Count the cracks along the ceiling, Name the things that keep me breathing. One for sorrow, two for shame, Three for every borrowed name. [Verse 1] I keep your photograph face-down Beside the sink in my old house. The kettle clicks, the hallway bends, I hear you enter through the vents. I wore a grin to hide the bruise, Made little bargains I could lose. Each promise folded, creased, and thin, Each door I locked let something in. [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why the room gets smaller, Why the walls repeat your call. I can taste the rust of morning, I can feel the ceiling fall. [Chorus] Pull me under, pull me through, Leave no part of me untouched by you. I built a shrine from what I broke, Fed it every word you never spoke. If I disappear behind this face, Will you still know me by the taste? I keep reaching past the warning sign, For the little death that calls me mine. [Verse 2] There’s a cold cup by the bedside, Half a fingerprint along the white. The clock skips over seventeen, Then starts again like nothing’s been. I found my name beneath the floor, Carved beside the bedroom door. The letters moved when I looked away, And formed a debt I had to pay. [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why the room gets smaller, Why the walls repeat your call. I can taste the rust of morning, I can feel the ceiling fall. [Chorus] Pull me under, pull me through, Leave no part of me untouched by you. I built a shrine from what I broke, Fed it every word you never spoke. If I disappear behind this face, Will you still know me by the taste? I keep reaching past the warning sign, For the little death that calls me mine. [Bridge — whispered, fragmented] Don’t turn the handle. Don’t say my name. The room remembers Who took the blame. [Breakdown — screamed] I am the lock! I am the key! I am the mouth That swallowed me! No clean hands! No last release! I made a home Inside the beast! [Final Chorus] Pull me under, pull me through, There is nothing left I won’t give to you. I built a shrine from what I broke, Now every stone repeats your oath. If I disappear behind this face, Let the empty hallway testify. I keep reaching past the warning sign, Till the thing beneath me comes alive. [Outro — fading whisper] The cup is cold. The clock is still. Something waits Beyond the sill.