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Acoustic Sessions


(Verse 1)
Been here before—
Moss on the door,
Sky hangs low like it's tied to the floor.
Bare feet creak
Down splintered halls,
Shadows stretch like they’re tryna crawl.

(Pre-Chorus)
And there I am,
Same sunken eyes,
Hands too still
To hold goodbyes.

(Chorus)
I wake,
But I don't leave.
The house is me—
It breathes, it bleeds.
Don't speak,
Just lay it down.
We were born in noise,
Now we live in sound.

(Verse 2)
Old tape loops
In the rafters hum,
She hums with me,
She hums for none.
I ask her name—
She points instead,
To a mirror cracked
And filled with red.

(Pre-Chorus)
It shows a face
I used to wear,
Before the weight,
Before the tear.

(Chorus)
I wake,
But I don't leave.
The house is me—
It breathes, it bleeds.
Don’t run,
Just feel the ground.
We were ghosts in skin,
Now we make no sound.

(Bridge / Instrumental)
(Spoken or whispered, eerie and rhythmic)
Walk slow,
Windows wide—
Memory’s teeth
Still bite from inside.
Name each echo,
Let it rot—
Every scar's a name
I forgot.

(Final Chorus)
I wake,
And I let it stay.
The house won’t fall—
It fades, it frays.
No voice,
But still profound—
We were lost in noise...
Now we’re part of sound.

(Outro)
(soft fingerpicked)
The house,
The trees,
The mirror,
Me.

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