Lyrics
Don’t touch the handle.Don’t say my name.I can hear you breathingthrough the wall again.
You leave your fingerprintsinside every lock.I count the dents in the doorwhen I can’t make myself stop.Your apology tastes like metal,your silence fills the sink.I hate the way I need youjust to tell me what to think.
I bite my tongue until it bleeds.You call that proof I’ll never leave.One more promise, one more bruise—I keep mistaking pain for you.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY BLOOD!I CUT THE ROPE—THEN BEG FOR YOUR LOVE!SAY IT AGAIN!MAKE ME THE BLAME!I’M SICK OF YOUR HANDSBUT I REACH FOR THEM THE SAME!
Your footsteps stop outside.The whole room holds its breath.I rehearse a thousand exits,then I answer when you knock.You turn my fear into a weapon,put the safety in my hand.I swear I’m done forgiving—then I crawl back where you stand.
You don’t have to raise your voice.You made the damage sound like choice.I wear the guilt beneath my skin.You pull the pin—I let you in.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY BLOOD!I CUT THE ROPE—THEN BEG FOR YOUR LOVE!SAY IT AGAIN!MAKE ME THE BLAME!I’M SICK OF YOUR HANDSBUT I REACH FOR THEM THE SAME!
If I leave, who am I angry at?If I stay, what part of me survives?Your voice is under every thought.My hands are shaking at the light.
No more keys.No more calls.No more sleepingwith my back against the wall.No more—No more—No—
I AM NOT YOUR ALIBI!I AM NOT YOUR PLACE TO HIDE!YOU LIT THE MATCH INSIDE MY CHEST—THEN ASKED ME WHY I’M STILL ALIVE!
BITE DOWN!BLACK OUT!COUNT THE CRACKS!TAKE YOUR NAMEOFF MY BACK!
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!GET OUT OF MY BLOOD!I CUT THE ROPE—I STILL REACH FOR YOUR LOVE!SAY IT AGAIN!MAKE ME THE BLAME!I’M SICK OF YOUR HANDS—I REACH FOR THEM—I REACH—
Don’t touch the handle.Don’t say my name.I’m still standing here,but I’m not the same.
