Verse 1

I kept your letters in a kitchen drawer

Beneath the bills and a chipped blue plate

Every promise had a careful fold

Every apology arrived too late

You taught me how to doubt my hands

How to lower my voice when I was right

Now I count the cracks above my bed

And call it proof I survived the night

Pre-Chorus

I carried your weather in my bones

Till the sun felt like a borrowed name

But the door is open, the room is mine

And I won't answer when you call again

Chorus

You don't get to live inside me

You don't get to wear my face