[Verse 1] I left a thread in Manila rain A little red in a stranger's name Sent one flame to a kitchen in Rome Now every welcome feels like home I gave my laugh to a late-night train My better words to a windowpane A piece of trust at a border line A piece of sleep in a borrowed time [Pre-Chorus] I keep counting the rooms I've crossed Like every goodbye was a different cost If I gathered the pieces I gave away Would they know the shape of me today? [Chorus] My heart is scattered, and that's alright One part in daylight, one part in night I used to think I had to take it back Now I wear every fracture like a map My heart won't gather in one place again It's in the hands of a hundred friends I am not less for the pieces gone I am the road they traveled on [Verse 2] There is a postcard under my bed With a blue stamp and the things unsaid A borrowed coat in a northern town A song someone hums when the sun goes down I left my patience beside the sea My old fear in a market alley Gave my name to a doorway light And kept one promise for the ride tonight [Pre-Chorus] I keep counting the miles I've crossed Not every leaving is a loss If I gathered the pieces I gave away Would I still want the person from yesterday? [Chorus] My heart is scattered, and that's alright One part in daylight, one part in night I used to think I had to take it back Now I wear every fracture like a map My heart won't gather in one place again It's in the hands of a hundred friends I am not less for the pieces gone I am the road they traveled on [Bridge] Let it stay where the kindness grew Let it belong to the ones who knew A hand on my shoulder, a door held wide A small goodbye I could not divide I am not empty, I am spread thin Across the places that let me in No single room can hold the whole I left my heart, and I found my soul [Final Chorus] My heart is scattered, and that's alright One part in daylight, one part in night I used to think I had to take it back Now I wear every fracture like a map My heart won't gather in one place again It's in the hands of a hundred friends I am not less for the pieces gone I am the road they traveled on [Outro] Keep a little piece where you are I will carry the rest like a distant scar Not broken apart, not running alone A world of small rooms has become my home
