Quiet Rooms

Still remains. Still remains. We don't talk about it. How the walls remember. Every word we didn't say. Mm. You're standing in the doorway. I'm counting seconds. Trying not to look away. Mm. All the things we kept inside. All the truths we tried to hide. In these quiet rooms we made. Every silence has a name. What we couldn't say out loud. Still remains. Still remains. You're tracing patterns On the table surface. I pretend I understand. Mm. We built this distance. Can't remember when it started. Now it's all we have on hand. Mm. All the things we kept inside. All the truths we tried to hide. In these quiet rooms we made. Every silence has a name. What we couldn't say out loud. Still remains. Still remains. Maybe if we spoke. Maybe if we tried. But the words get caught. Somewhere deep inside. In these quiet rooms we made. Every silence has a name. What we couldn't say out loud. Still remains. Still remains. Still remains. Still remains.