Daylight in the Last Room

[Verse 1] The last room isn't finished and I'm leaving it that way No glass case, no velvet rope, no plaque by the door Just windows I finally remembered how to open Light coming in without my permission needed This is the one room with nothing to explain No object, no version of me on display Just the air moving, the curtains lifting And somewhere underneath it, just me

[Verse 2] I used to think the tour needed an ending Some final exhibit, some closing statement Turns out the ending is just this quiet No mask left on the wall to point you toward If you've come this far through every room I built Thank you for not asking me to explain the ones I haven't yet Some of them are still locked, and that's all right I'm not handing you every key today

[Bridge] This is the part where the curator stops talking Where the close-mic finally just breathes No placard, no performance, no carefully chosen light Just a window, just morning, just me

[Verse 3] I built this whole house to be looked at It took this long to learn how to just stand in it Not as an exhibit, not as something curated Just a person, in daylight, in an unfinished room You can stay if you want, or you can go now Either way I'm not going to follow you out I'll be here, in the last room, windows open Learning what it's like to not be watched and still be whole

[Outro] Just light now Just this room Just me