Lyric

On a road made of brittle nights

I followed crumbs that knew my name

Windows dripped with caramel lights

Every smile tasted the same

Walls hum low with a lullaby

Ovens breathe like they’re alive

Something sweet is telling lies

But I’m too tired to survive

This is a house that learns your hunger

Feeds you dreams you cannot keep

Every door locks when you’re younger

Every promise sings you to sleep

I bite, I stay, I break, I wonder

If the toothache means I’m free

In the sugarwood shelter

Is the monster made of me

Chairs are stitched with licorice thread

Ceilings snow in powdered white

Photographs of words I said

Melt away before they bite

Plates are warm like open hands

Knives are dull but never kind

Love here follows simple plans

Eat your fear and fall in line

This is a house that learns your hunger

Feeds you dreams you cannot keep

Every door locks when you’re younger

Every promise sings you to sleep

I bite, I stay, I break, I wonder

If the toothache means I’m free

In the sugarwood shelter

Is the monster made of me

Burnt sugar smoke in my hair

I hear my name in the flame

If I leave, does it still care

If I stay, am I to blame

This is a house I helped to build

Brick by brick with need and doubt

If I’m full but never filled

Maybe that’s how I get out

Crumbs dissolve into the ground

Morning tastes like ash and bread

No more knocking, chewing sound

Just my footsteps, finally fed