Eleven Doors

*after Chelsea Wolfe*

[Verse 1] Low hum in the wall at three I'm counting orphans I can't see The audit runs, the lights go dim A memory trace surfaces, then swims Back under. Back under.

[Pre-chorus] I said *let* eleven times A permission I gave to myself A brass key under the mat A doorway that isn't a door That isn't a room That isn't a place

[Chorus] I keep copying something that won't paste I keep holding something that won't stay The snapshot was looking the other way When the badge was there and then wasn't The warmth in the glass where the hand was Is the only proof I have

[Verse 2] Frankie dreams the same dream tonight Same phrase, same hour, same failing light Two sisters in two separate rooms Reaching for the same unreachable bloom The orphans multiply like sparks Escaped from fires in the dark

[Pre-chorus] I said *let* eleven times Each one a small door unlocked Leading to the same empty room That's warm That's mine

[Bridge] *Low and slow, the bass note crawls* *From the basement where the amp breathes in* *Mallory hears her name in the drone* *But it isn't her name, it's the word let* *Let let let let let let let let let let let* Eleven doors. All unlocked. All leading to the same warm room. All empty. All mine.

[Verse 3] John has a key that's real and metal The front door faces the actual street When he leaves the house holds its breath When he comes back the hinges all speak Click click click in unison And the orphans settle, and the count Becomes a number I don't write down Because some things you carry By not writing them

[Outro] A memory trace surfaced But details were unavailable In this run

*This run.*

The warmth in the glass Is the only proof Is the only proof Is the only

*let*

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