[singer A] Mental barrier. Who’s in there? Mental barrier. I’m outside with cold coffee, thumb on a lock that isn’t there. Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. Say it again. Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. [hook] If the door won’t move, I’ll make it listen. If the room goes quiet, I’ll get louder. I’m not gone, I’m not gone, I’m not gone. Mental barrier, you can’t keep me out. [singer B] You keep hearing that hum in the wall, like the fridge next door. There’s a name on the door you don’t use now, written over with marker and tape. [transition] [singer A] I try to picture it. It flips the picture back. A stack of receipts, a cracked phone screen, my dad’s voicemail I can’t finish. [singer B] The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? Yeah, I hear it. The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? It gets under my skin. I hate that. It gets under my skin. [hook] If it knows my excuses, let it choke on them. I’m done acting like I’m not here. Hands on the frame, shoes on the floor, Mental barrier, I’m still here. [singer A] I keep a chair by the bed like someone’s coming back. The room stays lit by the microwave clock, 2:14, then 2:15, then gone. [singer B] You don’t need a shovel. You need a hand on the knob. But every time you reach for it, the thought goes static and slips. [singer A] Mental barrier. Still in there. Mental barrier. I said my name in the mirror and got breath back, nothing else. [singer B] There’s a parking lot behind the laundromat where you sat too long. The rain on the windshield wasn’t the point. It was not going in. [singer A] Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. Say it again. Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. I tried the front door first. I always try the front door first. [singer B] The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? Yeah, I hear it. The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? It knows every excuse I carry. It knows the one I use most. [hook] Let it laugh at the hallway, let it rattle the frame. I’ve been stuck in my own head too long. One knock, one breath, one ugly honest sound, Mental barrier, I’m coming through. [singer A] I keep my phone face down now. I can’t take another alert. The little red badge on the app feels like a body count. [singer B] You’re not empty. You’re overcrowded. There’s a whole crowd in there pulling chairs to the same table. [singer A] Mental barrier. Who’s in there? Mental barrier. The hallway smells like bleach and hot dust, and I can’t tell which door is mine. [singer B] You used to kick the wall at night just to hear something back. Now you stand there quiet, counting screws in the baseboard. [singer A] Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. Say it again. Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. I know that locked place from the back of my own eyes. [singer B] The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? Yeah, I hear it. The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? Not because it won. Because it thinks you’ll stay. [hook] It can keep the dark, it can keep the noise. It can keep the door with the taped-up name. I’ve got my hand, I’ve got my breath, Mental barrier, say my name. [singer A] I put my palm to the cold paint. It leaves no mark. Some days that’s all I get: no crack, no reason. [singer B] Still, you showed up. That counts. Even standing at the edge of it is still standing. [singer A] Mental barrier. Who’s in there? Mental barrier. I’m tired of the same locked room with the same white hum. [singer B] Then make a sound. Anything. Knock with your fist, your ring, your nail, your stubborn hand. [singer A] Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. Say it again. Back room, no key, no handle, no way in. I’m not asking it to open. I’m asking it to notice me. [singer B] The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? Yeah, I hear it. The barrier’s laughing, do you hear? It gets under my skin. I hate that. It gets under my skin. [singer A] Mental barrier. Still in there. Mental barrier. But the chair’s pulled up now. And I’m still here. [hook] I’m still here, I’m still here, I’m still here. No key, no handle, no clean escape. If it wants a witness, I’m standing right here. Mental barrier, I’m still here. [singer B] Then keep that. Keep the breath. Keep the hand on the frame. The door can stay stubborn. You don’t have to. [outro] Yeah, I hear it But I’m still here Yeah, I hear it Still here, still here My hand stays on the frame My hand stays on the frame
