[Verse 1] Bare feet hit the floorboards, cold The washing machine’s ending is all that’s still stuck in my ears I flip my phone face down, sink the ceiling into a glass of water The smell of dry carpet stops right before my throat [Pre-Chorus] I line up my fingertips with frequencies nobody picks up At the rug’s edge, my body slips just a little out of frame Before the vent can thin it out I leave a nameless breath in this room [Chorus] “Can you hear it?” From the other side of the door, a frayed chord just keeping on I’m not light enough to get straightened out Me right now, in white breath like milk [Verse 2] My fingertips ring out like I’m tracing missing keys Night damp sticks to the window sash I left the pretty words on the back of a chair Right now I’m walking through a room with no light, under my skin [Guitar Solo] *(guitar with the room in it, thin white noise, a tail that stays bent)* [Bridge] I’m not looking for stars I just want this pain to have grain like wood Uneven, cold, the kind that doesn’t sleep all the way I send a letter that can’t become sound to the same room’s morning [Chorus] “Can you hear it?” From the other side of the door, a frayed chord just keeping on I’m not light enough to get straightened out Me right now, in white breath like milk [Outro] I lean my body into the dark corner of the bedroom The blue charging light blurs like it’s for two *(fragments of noise and a thin piano fade out)* “Can you hear it?” “I hear it.” “Can you hear it?” “I hear it.”…
