Closet Box Lyrics by Donovan Melero
When I wake up at 3 in the morning I don’t know the reason I just know my door isn’t closed.
I hate to be imagining things that aren’t real or won’t happen because I’m afraid of a noise I heard in the rafters, on my dresser, I’m aware of the voice I hear in my room in my head in my closet box.
Closet box.
Closet box.
I stop short of the door right before it opens and then scares me the way that I hate it, again.
If I summoned a spirit I really didn’t mean it.
The phantom even sleeps in the red room.
I can feel it out of focus.
It’s connecting the pulse I feel in my room to my head and my closet box.
Closet Box.
Closet Box.
I’m aware of the way that I sound when I say what I say.
But the way that the voice makes me feel is unnerving and could it be real.