Lyrics

[Intro — spoken, close-mic]
I had things to say.
I just kept them somewhere safe.
Too safe.
[Verse 1]
I swallowed words until they learned
how not to make a sound,
kept every question folded small,
kept every answer underground.
I bit my tongue,
I held my breath,
I made restraint look like respect.
Every sentence I abandoned
built another little step.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t say it.
Don’t need it.
Don’t make it real.
Don’t give anyone
something they can use
to know how you feel.
[Chorus]
I made a home inside my teeth,
behind the jaw, beneath the grief,
where every word I wouldn’t say
found somewhere dark enough to stay.
I made a home inside my teeth,
locked the doors and lost the key.
Now every time I try to speak—
the walls speak first for me.
[Verse 2]
There are apologies in there,
confessions growing mold,
a thousand tiny “help me”s
that I never learned to hold.
There’s anger with no audience,
there’s love I never gave,
there are names I still pronounce
only when I’m not awake.
I got good at being quiet.
Too good.
Silence stopped being something I did.
It became somewhere I lived.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t say it.
Don’t need it.
Don’t let it show.
If nobody hears the truth,
then nobody gets to know.
[Chorus]
I made a home inside my teeth,
behind the jaw, beneath the grief,
where every word I wouldn’t say
found somewhere dark enough to stay.
I made a home inside my teeth,
locked the doors and lost the key.
Now every time I try to speak—
the walls speak first for me.
[Bridge — almost whispered]
Sometimes my jaw hurts
from holding conversations
that never happened.
Sometimes I wake up
with whole arguments
still clenched in my mouth.
Sometimes I wonder
how many things can rot
without ever being said.
[Break — spoken]
“I should tell you something.”
...
Never mind.
[Final Chorus]
I made a home inside my teeth,
furnished it with disbelief,
hung the shame above the bed,
kept the truth alive but underfed.
I made a home inside my teeth,
and now the silence looks like me.
So if I smile
and say nothing’s wrong—
don’t mistake quiet
for peace.
[Outro — whispered]
There are things in here
that still have teeth.