Remkei, Remkei Don't Come Close (Original Version)

The ceiling breathes at three am
I count the cracks like continents
Your name is something that I keep
Inside a jar — won't let it breathe
Won't let it breathe

The radio hums a frequency
That no one else can seem to hear
I've been dissolving into rooms
Leaving nothing on the floor

Ah-ah-ah

I am made of glass teeth
I bite down and I break
Every word I swallow
Cuts me on the way
Don't come close enough to see
There's nothing whole in me

You hold your coffee like a torch
And burn through everything you touch
I watch from some adjacent room
Not quite present, not quite gone

I am made of glass teeth
I bite down and I break
Every word I swallow
Cuts me on the way
Don't come close enough to see
There's nothing whole in me

I think I've been here before
Standing at the edge of a word
I can't say out loud
Swallowing it again
The jar fills up
The lid won't close

Don't come close enough to see
Don't come close
Don't come close
Don't