Lyrics

I hear your laugh through drywall prayer
I trace your name on stagnant air
I dress like maybe you’ll appear
But never brave enough to near

I’m not the kind who turns a knob
I wait for fate to do the job
You’re neon bright behind that frame
But I don’t even know my name

So don’t knock on my bedroom door
I’ll love you quiet, nothing more
This heart can’t take the hardwood floor
Don’t knock—just leave it like before

I practice leaving every night
But keep the lamp off, just in spite
You’re sleeping safe, I think, I hope
While I stay tethered to this rope

“Hey, it’s me. Never mind. Forget it.”

Don’t knock on my bedroom door
Not unless you’re sure
Not unless you’re bleeding love
Not unless you’re pure

So close I can taste the grain…
But I can’t take another stain