[Intro | soft tape hiss. Sparse clean guitar with room ambience. Distant rooftop wind. Barely audible vocal harmonies fade in slowly.] Are we safe? Are we home in this place? Are these rooms holding you? Cocooned in a chrysalis that soothes... Are we safe... Are we home?... Are we safe... Waiting for that last bone to break... [Verse 1 | clean guitar continues with slow anxious bassline entering underneath. Vocals intimate and close to the mic. Minimal drums.] I came to you when you screamed into the silence, Crept to the window of your room, I saw the violence, I saw the bruises... Why did she do this... What did she do to you? [Instrumental Break | tom-heavy slow beat. Distant feedback swells. Ringing guitar chords drift in and out like unstable breathing.] [Pre-Chorus | guitar widens slightly. Cymbals begin to shimmer softly. Vocals grow more emotionally exposed.] I see you glowing through a busted frame, Foundation painted to hide the shame, It's just you and me up here hiding from all the pain. Let that freak scream out your name! Just you and me here, stay near, it's clear to me... This isn't home, no... We're not as safe as we think... [Chorus 2 | full drums finally arrive. Open emo/pop-punk lift with layered harmonies and wider guitars.] Ooh-oh-ohh-ahhh! Why do we have to hide, Just to live our lives?... Are we safe, is this home? Abandoned rooftops, the night sky above. Can this be? - are we free? Rooftop confessions that only we bleed! Oh, are we safe, can we go home? inside those walls, we bleed when those doors slam closed! What did we do?- It's just us two... Both beaten, bloody, muddy, and bruised. It's just us two holding steady in a world gone wrong... Ooh-oh-ohhh... Are we safe... Are we home? [Verse 2 | drums pull back slightly but remain present. Bass carries tension forward. Guitar becomes moodier and more rhythmic.] Are we safe, is this home? Why is God crying when he looks down at us? Can this be? - Are we truly free? Collapsing houses born outta familial secrecy... Oh-oh-oohh, are we safe, can we go home? Beating fists ripping hair out by chunks. Dragging backwards down the stairs by the drunks, What can we do?- sixteen year old tools... Both wondering if we will make it to our next birthdays too... [Halftime Bridge | everything drops into halftime. Heartbeat floor toms. Ambient guitar swells. Vocals exhausted, fragile, and trembling.] I know it's tough stepping through that door, Knowing all the abuse waiting for you in store, I know it's rough, broken teeth on the floor, Forced to clean up what you bleed out and more. But for tonight just take my hand... We can build our homes in each others heads... Maybe home isn't a place... Maybe it's a friend... [Chorus 2 | full drums finally arrive. Open emo/pop-punk lift with layered harmonies and wider guitars.] Ooh-oh-ohh-ahhh! Why do we have to hide, Just to live our lives?... Are we safe, is this home? Abandoned rooftops, the night sky above. Can this be? - are we free? Rooftop confessions that only we bleed! Oh, are we safe, can we go home? inside those walls, we bleed when those doors slam closed! What did we do?—It's just us two... Both beaten, bloody, muddy, and bruised. It's just us two holding steady in a world gone wrong... Ooh-oh-ohhh... Are we safe... Are we home? [Final Chorus | massive emotional release. Full drums. Huge layered guitars. Gang vocals underneath key phrases.] Ooh-oh-ohh-AHHH! Are we safe- is this home? Why is God crying when he looks down at us? Can this be? - are we truly free? Collapsing houses born outta familial misery! Oh-oh-oohh -are we safe, can we go home? Beating fists ripping hair out by chunks! Dragging backwards down the stairs by the drunks! What can we do?- sixteen year old tools... Both wondering if we will make it to our next birthdays too... Ohh-oh-ohhh... In each other we feel safe... Yeah, we feel home... We feel home... [Outro | instruments slowly fall away one by one. Cymbal wash and distant rooftop ambience remain. Single trembling guitar note sustains underneath tape hiss.] Yeah, we feel safe... We feel home... Welcome home...
