You stood beside the kitchen door
Or maybe near the bedroom wall
I've placed your hand on every shelf
And none of them seem to recall
The light came in from where it shouldn't
Or from the angle it forgot
I trace the shape of where you stood
And watch the room rewrite the spot
The floor is moving when I'm still
The hallway never lands the same
I cross it once and lose the room
By the second pass I lose my name
I was here, I think I was here
The walls won't hold the shape of my hand
These are the rooms I can't map
And the rooms I cannot trap
Your voice was lower than I thought
Or rougher than I wrote it down
I built each word you ever spoke
From static rising in my mouth
The window faced the wrong direction
The hour broke before it ran
I keep arriving in the kitchen
To find I haven't been there
The floor is moving when I'm still
The hallway never lands the same
I cross it once and lose the room
By the second pass I lose my name
I was here, I think I was here
The walls won't hold the shape of my hand
These are the rooms I can't map
And the rooms I cannot trap
A voice, a door, a glass, a floor
I keep these like a kind of proof
The proof keeps slipping through my hand
I made the room, I made the room
What's left of you is what I drew
And I'm the static I once knew
I was here, I'm leaving it as here
What's left of you is what I keep
These are the rooms I can't map
And these are the rooms where I sleep
I was here, I think I was here
The walls hold the shape of my hand
These are the rooms I learn to track
And the rooms I'm taking back