[Intro: spoken, intimate] They gave me a ruler I built a small weather system Inside the margins [Verse 1] I kept a jar of impossible things A blue seed, a bent spoon, a paper moon At lunch I taught the salt to sing By Friday it had swallowed the room You said, “Please make it ordinary” I tried; the ordinary grew teeth It bit through every careful box And planted tiny forests underneath [Pre-Chorus] So take this map of folded skin Turn it around and let the maze begin [Chorus] I am a museum of unfinished doors A dozen strange keys and a thousand more If I spill past the edges, let the colors run I was not made to be only one [Verse 2] I wore Tuesday sideways on my head Taught a clock to count in oranges The neighbors called the doctor in The doctor asked for my address I sent him a flock of paper fish They circled once, then changed their minds You laughed so hard you dropped your script And found a whole new voice inside [Pre-Chorus] No perfect shape, no final draft The crooked answer makes me laugh [Chorus] I am a museum of unfinished doors A dozen strange keys and a thousand more If I spill past the edges, let the colors run I was not made to be only one [Instrumental Break] [Bridge: half-time, exposed] Some days the room gets small again Some days I fold to fit Then you leave a window open And I remember how to split One thought into a hundred birds One fear into a drum of rain I don’t need to solve the world I need to make it weird again [Final Chorus] I am a museum of unfinished doors A dozen strange keys and a thousand more Let the floor turn liquid, let the ceiling run I was not made to be only one [Outro] Keep the ruler Keep the lines I’ll grow a garden In the margins this time
