I came to the hill in a hand-me-down dress
A twin by my side and a weight in my chest
The walls kept secrets in a locked red mouth
And the lights went cold when the rain came down
Don’t say home
Don’t say truth
The house narrows to a noose
Don’t look up
Don’t breathe in
There’s a bend where my life ends
I know the shape but not the face
I know the grief but not the grave
It comes so close I can’t outrun
The stranger made of what I’ll become
I know the shape but not the name
And it knows me all the same
Years went by but she stayed near
In the corner of sleep, in the mirror of fear
My eyes woke first, but my body sealed
A scream under glass that would not yield
Mercy broke on the bedroom floor
I couldn’t move, couldn’t reach the door
Night after night from the edge of my bed
She bent like a question above my head
I know the shape but not the face
I know the grief but not the grave
It comes so close I can’t outrun
The stranger made of what I’ll become
I know the shape but not the name
And it knows me all the same
Fall back through every bedroom night
Every frozen lung, every childhood fright
I was the warning with no way through
I was the shape that I never knew
I know the shape and now the face
I know the grief, I know the grave
It came so close I couldn’t run
The stranger is what I become
I know the shape, I know the name
And it knows me all the same