<Act I>
It's probably been far too long
I've been keeping all my doors closed now
It's what you have to do
When you live inside haunted houses
Would it be different if I'd said
I wished I was haunting you
If it's not real
Turn all of my lights on
Just hold my hand
And blow the candlelight out
<Act II>
Sledgehammers can take the walls down
Unlocked doors, unopened windows
Don' erase the pictures - just black the eyes, and hide
Cause once in a while
When I see you smile
Through all the pain
Darlin' you steal the whole frame
If this is real
Why are there no shadows
Turn off the lights
Hold my hand
Don' leave me alone
<Bridge>
Recognize
I'm stuck in my selfish "I"
Reconcile
It's not about me tonight
<Act III>
I resigned
Satisfied
In my closed casket
This bad habit
I've consigned
To leave behind
And let that me go
Plan my escape
Love me back to life
Hold my hands
Darlings don't let go
In the dark
We'll keep each too close
My lifelines,
I'll be your candlelight
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC
<Act I>
It's probably been far too long
I've been keeping all my doors closed now
It's what you have to do
When you live inside haunted houses
Would it be different if I'd said
I wished I was haunting you
If it's not real
Turn all of my lights on
Just hold my hand
And blow the candlelight out
<Act II>
Sledgehammers can take the walls down
Unlocked doors, unopened windows
Don' erase the pictures - just black the eyes, and hide
Cause once in a while
When I see you smile
Through all the pain
Darlin' you steal the whole frame
If this is real
Why are there no shadows
Turn off the lights
Hold my hand
Don' leave me alone
<Bridge>
Recognize
I'm stuck in my selfish "I"
Reconcile
It's not about me tonight
<Act III>
I resigned
Satisfied
In my closed casket
This bad habit
I've consigned
To leave behind
And let that me go
Plan my escape
Love me back to life
Hold my hands
Darlings don't let go
In the dark
We'll keep each too close
My lifelines,
I'll be your candlelight
In the style of "steal the show" by Lauv
This is for Emily and Larissa.
There is no better expression of poetry than the light and shadow cast by a candle in the dark.