SIX EMPTY CHAMBERS

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Verse 1 I needed one to mother me And one to make me bleed One to swear she’d never leave While giving me my leave One to make me innocent One to call me king One to crawl inside my hollow chest And make me feel something I called it having standards Called it knowing what I need Funny how a starving man Can make a virtue out of greed Pre-Chorus No woman ever failed me Though that’s the story that I tell I just kept handing them a bucket And pointing toward the well Chorus Six chambers in a circle Six answers dressed in skin Six different kinds of heaven For the hell I carry in I thought if one couldn’t save me Maybe six could make me whole But you can fill every chamber And still have an empty soul Verse 2 I wanted one submissive But strong enough to fight Wanted one completely mine Who’d leave me every night Wanted jealousy for proof But trust without a doubt Wanted doors forever open So I could shut them out I wanted endless patience For a man who wouldn’t change Then punished them for noticing The pattern stayed the same Different perfume on the pillow Different lipstick on the glass Same man staring from the mirror Every goddamn time they passed Chorus Six chambers in a circle Six answers dressed in skin Six different kinds of heaven For the hell I carry in I thought if one couldn’t save me Maybe six could make me whole But you can fill every chamber And still have an empty soul Bridge Then somewhere in the silence Something ugly became clear: I never wanted women. I wanted witnesses in here. Someone to say I’m worthy Someone to swear I’m right Someone to hold the frightened boy I bury every night Someone to feed the hunger Someone to take the blame Someone to keep convincing me I’m not the source of pain So I gave each need a woman’s face And every face a name Then wondered why the ending Always looked the fucking same Breakdown First chamber— Tell me I’m wanted. Second— Tell me I’m enough. Third— Never abandon me. Fourth— Don’t get too close. Fifth— Give me everything. And six— … Six didn’t have a woman’s name. It had mine. Final Chorus Six chambers in a circle Six ghosts beneath my skin Spent my whole life hunting women For a war I couldn’t win Thought another body Could quiet what I know But there aren’t enough women To fill a man who’s hollow No, there aren’t enough women No matter where I roam Because every woman leaves eventually— And I still take me home. Outro The room went quiet. The mirror didn’t. And for the first time I understood: I’d spent my whole life looking down the barrel for somebody else. And found myself at both ends.