Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 3 · middle
The Walls Hug Back
MIRROR — Enclosed spaces: Claustrophilia ('coffin of comfort, the walls hug back') vs Claustrophobia ('the walls are breathing, air running out').
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I never cared much for the great wide open Give me a door with the hinges broken Slide me into that 4-by-6 velvet booth at the Starlight Where the shadows pull the perimeter perfectly tight It fits like a glove, a heavy wool suit A quiet little burrow where the chaos goes mute [Chorus] Oh, there’s nothing like the thrill when the walls hug back Tucked into the dark, slipping right through the crack It’s a gorgeous little squeeze, taking all my breath away Until the plaster starts to breathe, and I know I cannot stay It’s a razor-thin line from a haven to a snare I’m completely at peace, and I’m running out of air [Verse 2] The wallpaper's warm, leaning into my shoulder But the edges of the room are inching a little closer The ceiling drops a fraction every time that I blink I’m wrapped up in the cushion, feeling my stomach sink Is it a lover's embrace or an elegant vice? I wanted to be held, but I didn’t check the size [Chorus] Oh, there’s nothing like the thrill when the walls hug back Tucked into the dark, slipping right through the crack It’s a gorgeous little squeeze, taking all my breath away Until the plaster starts to breathe, and I know I cannot stay It’s a razor-thin line from a haven to a snare I’m completely at peace, and I’m running out of air [Bridge] I crave the confinement, the absolute bound The heavy, sweet pressure of holding my ground But the second the latch drops and makes that dull click The honey turns solid, the panic gets thick You beg to be held till you can’t move at all And then you start swinging your fists at the wall [Outro] Yeah, the walls hug back They love me to pieces, they're closing the gap Such a comfortable fit I’ll just sit in the quiet for a minute And enjoy the embrace, before I realize... Wait, where is the door?