Rain in the mall’s fluorescent air Rows of faces Shelves of glare Between machines that sell and sing I traced the gleam of broken things I walked through ghosts washed out from love This wasn’t meant to feel like home A stolen book inside my coat And words that broke Not meant for hope A patched heart ticking 'neath my skin Of stitched regret and dreams that leave A silence I inherited whole A mother’s laugh A glass arcade I sing a tune till it decays I rode the T to Wonderland Revere was cold The beach was sad No rides were left No signs Unmanned The salty air tasted so great I walked alone and stitched up my pain Pavement shimmered under the rain I walked alone and smiled at them No need to fight No need to pretend Cheap ice cream in Watertown Mall A monster girl too tall to fall I burned their words beneath my wounds The northern lights My last refuge And though my coat was thin and worn It made that grey day feel like home The cracks we bear Make us glow bright and fair That much I know Mall after rain I walked alone and stitched up my pain I walked away and smiled a bone No need to fight No need to pretend A burning flame inside my veins I walked out with pride And that remains — © Cannonfall (ASCAP) & Quiet Noise (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
