Case Reopened — Digging Through Old Messages

#trap #chillrap Rooms From The Cracks [Verse] Been through the drawers, through the scraps, through the noise Through old screenshots, old names, old voices Nothing fits right, nothing stays long I hold every piece, but the shape comes out wrong [Chorus] I keep looking for a place to put the past Every little trace makes the moment last If it never belonged, let it fall where it falls I’m done building rooms from the cracks in the walls [Verse] Found your number folded under a receipt A faded little promise I forgot to keep Read it twice, then I turned the page Some things lose their weight when they leave the cage [Chorus] I keep looking for a place to put the past Every little trace makes the moment last If it never belonged, let it fall where it falls I’m done building rooms from the cracks in the walls [Bridge] Old names, old voices, all passing through I don’t need the proof to know what was true [Outro] Nothing fits right, nothing stays long I let the silence finish the song Been through the drawers, through the scraps, through the noise Through old screenshots, old names, old voices Nothing fits right, nothing stays long