Touching the ground Pick up my hands Then I turn around Covered in skin
It's that room, it's the wall, it's the poster and all And the lamp was still swingin' its chord It's the shadowy weight and the footsteps I take Made a mark through the dust on the floor And I saw My mother's eyes For the second time For the second time (Yeah)
Same carpet I crawled in, same bucket I was washed in I gave all that time to you I was tryna figure out the faucets Tall marks on the wall charts it's the wrong parts gettin' longer I was standin' so far away, I don't wanna go another day I— samе basket you carried me I need you thеre with me, I need you just down the hall (Just down the hall)
I looked up and down, didn't wanna make a sound I was so far away, I don't wanna go another day I trace back the ground, flip my placemat around Try to call, but the dog runs away from me now I was starin' at the ceiling I was fuckin' terrified (Oh God) I been tryna get these feelings out, inside, I'm paralyzed Same old tree, seen it all peeking through the blinds I can't do it, how I used to climb gravity been getting used to my weight
Same carpet I crawled in, same bucket I was washed in I gave all that time to you I was tryna figure out the faucets Tall marks on the wall charts it's the wrong parts gettin' longer I was standin' so far away, I don't wanna go another day I— the same basket you carried me I need you there with me, I need you just down the hall (Just down the hall)
Follow me closely I wanna know the place you've been Lazarus skin Picked up my hands
It's that room, it's the wall, it's the poster and all And the lamp was still swinging its cord It's the shadowy weight and the footsteps I take Made a mark through the dust on the floor And I saw Another light Under your door Not like before
It's that room, it's the wall, it's the poster and all (Follow me closely) It's the shadowy weight and the footsteps I take (I wanna know the place you've been) Same carpet I crawled in Same bucket I was washed in And I saw another light Under your door Not like before
By this point, I thought I would have answers I thought that was the universal consolation prize To say "Thanks for playing this is what the game was", you know? Unspoken agreements that make perfect sense until you say them out loud
Compositor: Benjamin Fernando Barajas Lasky (Quadeca) ECAD: Obra #45870384