Closet Box
Donovan Melero Lyrics
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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.
In Donovan Melero's song "Closet Box," the lyrics delve into the fear and uneasiness that the singer experiences when confronted with the unknown and imagined horrors during the late hours of the night. The song opens with the singer waking up at 3 a.m., feeling a sense of unease and uncertainty. They acknowledge that they don't know the reason behind their discomfort, but they are aware that their door is not closed, possibly implying vulnerability or a feeling of exposure.
The lyrics then explore the singer's dislike of fabricating unreal scenarios or fearing things that won't actually happen. They express anxiety about a noise they heard in the rafters and on their dresser, highlighting a heightened level of awareness regarding their surroundings. The repeated mention of the voice in their room, head, and closet box suggests a possibly intrusive or haunting presence that they can't escape from.
The next verse delves deeper into the singer's fear and the feeling of being startled by something they dislike. They mention the possibility of having unintentionally summoned a spirit and the unnerving realization that even this apparition can find solace in the red room, hinting at a shared existence in an unsettling space. The lyrics emphasize the singer's perception of being connected to this spectral entity, feeling its presence shift and intertwine with their own pulse and thoughts inside their room and closet box.
Towards the end of the song, the singer reflects on the way they sound when articulating their fears. They are aware that their fears may sound irrational or exaggerated, but the voice they hear unsettles them deeply. They question whether this unsettling feeling could be real, suggesting a blurred line between imagination and actuality.
Overall, "Closet Box" explores the singer's fear of the unknown and their uneasy relationship with their own thoughts and surroundings. The song conveys a sense of vulnerability and paranoia, highlighting the struggle to differentiate between imagined terrors and actual threats.
Line by Line Meaning
When I wake up at 3 in the morning I don't know the reason I just know my door isn't closed.
I find it unsettling to wake up in the middle of the night without understanding why, but what I do know is that my door is not securely shut.
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.
I despise letting my mind wander and invent things that are not true or likely to occur, solely because I am terrified of a peculiar sound I heard coming from above, on my dresser. It's important to note that I can distinctly hear a voice in my room, seemingly originating from within my mind and resonating from within 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.
I abruptly pause just as I approach the door, just a moment before it swings open and startles me, causing the same feeling of loathing that I have experienced before.
If I summoned a spirit I really didn't mean it.
In the hypothetical situation where I unintentionally conjured a spiritual entity, I definitely did not intend to do so.
The phantom even sleeps in the red room.
This ethereal being, which I refer to as the phantom, seems to dwell even within the red room.
I can feel it out of focus.
I can sense its presence, although its nature seems somewhat blurry and indistinct.
It's connecting the pulse I feel in my room to my head and my closet box.
This presence is somehow bridging the rhythmic beat I feel in my room with my thoughts in my mind and the confined space of my closet box.
Closet Box.
Closet Box.
I'm aware of the way that I sound when I say what I say.
I am conscious of the tone and implications conveyed by my words when I vocalize my thoughts.
But the way that the voice makes me feel is unnerving and could it be real.
However, the unsettling sensation invoked by the voice I hear raises doubts about its authenticity and makes me question its existence.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Allen Casillas, Donovan Melero, Joe Occhiuti
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Orangechapel
Donovan love your music.
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If you like this check out his band Hail The Sun. ♡