Текст песни
It's being pressed into the shape of someone else's idea of comfort.
Claustrophobic collapse.
My chest exploded first.
Then my voice.
Then my reaching.
Then the part of me that still believed there was room here for both of us.
Now I don't beg for space.
I don't ask what changed.
I don't explain why I stopped answering.
You made this tight enough to kill what reached for you.
Fuck the closure.
Fuck the pressure.
Fuck every inch I gave up just to keep you near.
Claustrophobic collapse.
My chest exploded first.
Then my voice.
Then my reaching.
Then the part of me that still believed there was room here for both of us.
Now I don't beg for space.
I don't ask what changed.
I don't explain why I stopped answering.
You made this tight enough to kill what reached for you.
Fuck the closure.
Fuck the pressure.
Fuck every inch I gave up just to keep you near.