

{solitary reverberant piano melody with faint wind-like drone}
I abandoned the space,
yet I know you hold the door
A shrine in the closet,
a relic of before.
If I were to return,
would the decade just reset?
The weight of the waiting,
the sting of the regret.
The silence is heavy,
the truth is hard to frame
You’ll love me to the edge,
until you loathe the name.
{soft apologetic weary delivery,
subtle glitch layer on resent}
Part of me desires to vanish until the signal is clear
I despise the mirror,
seeing the disparity here.
I crave the connection,
yet I know the bridge is burned.
C’est fini, the lesson is finally learned.
Why won't you release?
Pourquoi ne pas avancer?
The ties are severed,
but the spirit hasn't ceased.
{ melodic aching resolute delivery,
layered soft haunting harmonies} I reveal the interior,
the thoughts you wouldn't choose
The exit was brutal,
but the freedom is the news.
Stop the preservation, stop the waiting for the ghost
Your house is a haunting,
and I’m the unwelcome host.
I am the phantom,
the structure is wrong
The time for the haunting
has lasted too long.
{rhythmic weary detached delivery,
rapid vocal chop on it won't work like that}
I don’t want to be the shadow in your hall.
Je ne veux plus être le fantôme de ton passé.
Let it go.
Laisse partir.
{music pulls back to rhythmic piano pulse and faint sighing synth,
whisper close-mic}
100% Tiguidou.
The haunting is over.
The house is empty.
I am gone.
{raw
intimate bedroom studio vibe,
resolved and elegant,
single resonant piano
chord and door click}