Prompt: "Crooked" V11

[Verse 1] You drew the map with a ruler bent Marked every door where the floorboards dipped I learned the tilt of your table legs And how to drink from a leaning cup [Pre-Chorus] You call it straight if the frame holds still I see the nail heads climbing the wall [Chorus] Crooked, crooked, every line you laid Crooked, crooked, but it holds my weight You can square the room, you can paint it white I know which way the whole thing leans tonight [Verse 2] Your Sunday coat on the kitchen chair One sleeve dragging the tiles below I set it right, it slips again Like it knows more than I want to know [Pre-Chorus] You call it fine if the picture stays I hear the glass complain in its place [Chorus] Crooked, crooked, every line you laid Crooked, crooked, but it holds my weight You can square the room, you can paint it white I know which way the whole thing leans tonight [Bridge] I took the long way down the stairs Kept one hand on the rail you bent At the landing, I stopped and laughed The whole house leaned, but it never went [Final Chorus] Crooked, crooked, every line you laid Crooked, crooked, and I’ll stay this way You can square the room, you can paint it white I know which way I’m standing tonight [Outro] The cup still holds The cup still holds