[Verse 1] Some days I want the whole frame tipped The stacked-up plans, the practiced script Let every careful wall come down And leave me standing on bare ground [Pre-Chorus] A clean white page has a wicked pull One hard shove and the room goes still [Chorus] I could burn the map, start anywhere Let the old shape vanish into air But I see your face when the pieces fall And I can't call that nothing at all [Verse 2] I picture the hush after the crash No borrowed answers, no holding fast Then your small hope gets caught in my throat A thread I can't cut, a hand on the rope [Final Chorus] I could burn the map, start anywhere Let the old shape vanish into air But I see your face when the pieces fall And I can't call that nothing at all I want the blank, I want the break But I won't make you carry what I shake [Outro] So I stay here, changed but still in view The page stays blank; I choose what I do
