[Verse 1] I could pull the pin on everything I know, Leave the keys beside the sink and let the whole thing go. Watch the careful little towers tumble into dust, Start with bare hands, start with nothing, start because I must. [Pre-Chorus] The thought runs hot, the room goes still, Then I picture your face against the windowsill. [Chorus] I want the wreckage, I want the wide-open page, But I know what my leaving would set loose in its wake. So I stay with the pieces, though the old shape is gone; I can want to disappear and still not pass it on. [Verse 2] There’s a clean kind of terror in an empty room, No old names on the boxes, no familiar bruise. But you’d be left explaining all the silence I made, And that small, living fact keeps my hand from the blade. [Final Chorus] I want the wreckage, I want the wide-open page, But I know what my leaving would set loose in its wake. So I stay with the pieces, let the first light come on; I can want to disappear and still not pass it on. [Outro] I don’t have to burn it down. I can put one thing down.
