Linen Scars

[Verse 1]
The thermostat in your father's house is set to sixty-nine.
It smells like linen, just cold and expensive air that isn't mine.
You pour a glass of water that tastes like nothing at all.
I hear the 7 train braking two whole boroughs from this wall.

[Chorus]
You love the way I bloom inside this quiet light.
Pero no ves la raíz, mi amor, the part that holds on tight.

[Verse 2]
"You just pull everything off," your sister said last week, so kind.
While my mother was braiding hair to keep from losing her whole mind.
In your guest room mirror, I section off my own dark thread,
Weaving in the silence that you left inside my head.

[Chorus]
You love the way I bloom inside this quiet light.
Pero no ves la raíz, mi amor, the part that holds on tight.

[Bridge]
This isn't just a cutting you can prune until I fit.
I am the weed from the concrete, and you're forgetting it.

[Outro]
The hum from the Sub-Zero is louder than my heart.
Yeah, the hum of the fridge is louder than my heart.