(Intro — amp hum, distant thud, tape click)
I didn’t lock the door.
I don’t think I ever had one.
But something’s inside now.
Something that sounds like you.
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(Verse 1)
Walls sweat rust in the half-light glow
Carpet smells like a place I know
I hear your voice through a busted vent
Saying things you never meant
There’s a stain where the mirror cracked
Like the room’s keeping something back
I close my eyes and it breathes instead
Every thought’s got your voice in it
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(Pre-Chorus)
I swear I felt your hand in mine
But the clock says I was alone that night
If this is real, why’s it feel rehearsed?
If this is fake, why does it hurt?
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(Chorus)
I’m in the red room
No way out, no clean air
Your shadow’s stitched in the drywall there
I hear you moving in the static bloom
Every memory screams in the red room
I’m in the red room
Blood-tint sky in my skull
Your name carved deep where the paint peeled dull
If I made you up, why do you loom?
Why do you breathe in the red room?
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(Verse 2)
Your laugh crawls out of the sink drain slow
Like it’s got somewhere else to go
I smash the glass but it shows me still
Every version you let me build
I found your note in my jacket sleeve
But I don’t remember you giving it to me
Your handwriting looks like mine
But crooked, like it learned to lie
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(Pre-Chorus)
I try to leave but the hallways bend
Every door leads me back again
If you were real, where’d you disappear?
If you weren’t… why are you here?
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(Chorus)
I’m in the red room
No way out, no clean air
Your whisper’s sewn in the wires there
I hear you living in the feedback bloom
Every heartbeat pounds in the red room
I’m in the red room
Mind chews glass, runs hot
Your face flickers where the film all rot
If you never loved me, why the wound?
Why’s it still open in the red room?
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(Bridge — stripped drums, bass rumble, almost spoken)
Maybe I built you from empty space
Maybe I needed a ghost with your face
Maybe I carved you out of noise
Just to have something call my voice
Maybe you never stood that close
Maybe I fell for a shape, not a soul
Maybe the truth’s just this one thing:
You only live where I keep you breathing.
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(Final Chorus — louder, desperate, distorted)
I’m in the red room
Ceiling drops like a lung
Your echo stuck on my rotten tongue
If you’re a lie, then why the doom?
Why do you rot in the red room?
I’m in the red room
No light left to exhume
Just me and the shape I can’t remove
If I forget you, do I lose
The only thing that proved I moved?
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(Outro — tape slowing, heartbeat, whisper layered twice)
I think…
I think I remember you leaving.
…or maybe
I just needed you to.
(tape click)