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Too Many Maps

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[Verse 1] I keep a key for every door I made Each one fits a room I can't afford to save One name for the morning, one for the train One keeps the calendar, one forgets my name I split the bread, I split the day I feed each life a little, then look away [Pre-Chorus] The cupboard's thin, the hours are thinner Every new beginning needs another dinner I hear them asking, “Which one stays?” My hands keep building anyway [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land Too many maps in one small hand I cut the rope, I tie a new one Pick one, pick one—then I make two [Verse 2] I gave one life my Sunday shoes One gets the truth, one gets the news One learned to leave before the bill came due One keeps a chair pulled out for you I count the coins, I count the names The list grows longer every time I say “enough” again [Pre-Chorus] The cupboard's thin, the hours are thinner Every new beginning needs another dinner I hear them asking, “Which one stays?” My hands keep building anyway [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land Too many maps in one small hand I cut the rope, I tie a new one Pick one, pick one—then I make two [Bridge] If I let one go, who carries the rest? If I keep them all, there's nothing left I draw one more door on the back of a receipt Then fold it small enough to keep [Final Chorus] Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land Too many maps in one small hand I cut the rope, I tie a new one Pick one, pick one—then I make two Pick one, pick one—still making two [Outro] Another name, another room Another promise I can't outgrow