Fleurie
Insidious is blind inception
What's reality with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
Broken legs but I chase perfection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is a home I'm trapped in
And it's lonely inside this mansion

Nf
Yo my mind is a house with walls covered in lyrics
They're all over the place, there's songs in the mirrors
Written all over the floors, all over the chairs
And you get the uncut version of life when I go downstairs
That's where I write
When I'm in a bad place and need to release
And let out the version of nf you don't want to see
I put holes in the walls with both of my fists 'til they bleed
You might get a glimpse of how I cope
With all this anger in me
Physically abused, now that's the room
That I don't want to be in
That picture ain't blurry at all, I just don't want to see it
And these walls ain't blank
I just think I don't want to see 'em
But why not? I'm in here, so I might as well read 'em
I gotta thank you for this anger that I carry around
Wish I could take a match
And burn this whole room to the ground
Matter of fact I think I'm a burn this room right now
So now this memory for some reason just won't come down
You used to put me in the corner
So you could see the fear in my eyes
Then took me downstairs and beat me
'til I screamed and I cried
Congratulations, you'll always have a room in my mind
But I'm a keep the door shut and lock the lyrics inside

Fleurie
Insidious is blind inception
What's reality with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
Broken legs but I chase perfection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is a home I'm trapped in
And it's lonely inside this mansion

Nf
Yo my mind is a house with walls covered in pain
See my problem is I don't fix things
I just try to repaint, cover em up, like it never happen
Say I wish I could change. are you confused?
Come upstairs and I'll show you what I mean
This room's full of regrets, just keeps getting fuller it seems
The moment I walk in to it is the same moment
That I wanna leave
I get sick to my stomach every time I look at these things
But it's hard to look past when this is the room where I sleep
I look around. one of the worst things I wrote on these walls
Was the moment I realized that I was losing my mom
And one of the first things I wrote was I was shot with a call
But I should just stop now
We ain't got enough room in this song
And I regret the fact that I struggled trying to find who I am
And I lie to myself and say I do the best that I can
Shrug it off like it ain't nothing like it's out of my hands
Then get ticked off whenever I see it affecting my plans
And I regret watching these trust issues eat me alive
And at the rate I'm going they'll probably still be there
When I die
Congratulations, you'll always have a room in my mind
The question is: will I ever clean the walls off in time?

Fleurie
Insidious is blind inception
What's reality with all these questions?
Feels like I missed my alarm and slept in (slept in)
Broken legs but I chase perfection
These walls are my blank expression
My mind is a home I'm trapped in
And it's lonely inside this mansion

Nf
So this part of my house, no one's been in it for years
I built the safe room and I don't let no one in there
Cause if I do, there's a chance
That they might disappear and not come back
And I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside
So I just leave my doors locked
You might get other doors to open up but this doors not
Cause I don't want you to have the opportunity to hurt me
And I'll be the only person that I can blame
When you desert me
I'm barricaded inside
So stop watching
I'm not coming to the door
So stop knocking, stop knocking
I'm trapped here
God keep saying I'm not locked in
I chose this
I am lost in my own conscious
I know that shutting the wall down ain't solving the problem
But I didn't build this house
Because I thought it would solve 'em
I built it because I thought that it would be safer in there
But it's not, I'm not the only thing that's living in here
Fear came to my house years ago I let 'em in
Maybe that's the problem
Cause I've been dealing with this ever since
I thought that he would leave, but it's obvious he never did
He must have picked the room
And got comfortable and settled in
Now I'm in the position it's either sit here and let him win
Or put him back outside where he came from
But I never can
Cause in order to do that I'd have to open the doors
Is that me or the fear talking?
I don't know anymore