[Intro]
Dust on a shelf, a soft, slow hum of time
Footsteps echo where the labels fade
[Verse 1]
In the corner, a chair wears a memory like a coat
A box with a ribbon, tied tight to keep out the hope
Tchotchkes line the margins of a map I never finished drawing
Each item a quiet prayer to a past plan fading
[Pre-Chorus]
I count the hours by the weight of paper and glass
What once sparked a dream now asks me to pass
[Chorus]
This room is full of monuments to what I meant to be
Beautiful, inert burdens crowding the memory
If I whispered to them, they would answer with rust and dust
But I keep them, for fear that I might misplace my trust
[Verse 2]
A clock that never keeps good time, it slows my breath in the dark
A vase that sheltered birthday wishes, now just a mark
Shelves bow like quiet witnesses to the wishes I misplaced
Emptiness dressed in velvet, with a familiar, hollow grace
[Pre-Chorus]
I trace the household aisles where the quiet thoughts abide
The better version of me is sleeping somewhere inside
[Chorus]
This room is full of monuments to what I meant to be
Beautiful, inert burdens crowding the memory
If I whispered to them, they would answer with rust and dust
But I keep them, for fear that I might misplace my trust
[Bridge]
Maybe tomorrow I’ll learn to let a few go
To clear the light that leaks through these windows slow
But tonight, I cradle the relics like old friends at a wake
Hoping the emptiness won’t wake
[Chorus]
This room is full of monuments to what I meant to be
Beautiful, inert burdens crowding the memory
If I whispered to them, they would answer with rust and dust
But I keep them, for fear that I might misplace my trust
[Outro]
So I breathe with the quiet weight, and rise with a gentler dawn
Let the shadows teach me how to live with what I’ve drawn
