A House Full of Answers (Version 1)

I got a house full of answers Built 'em one at a time This is how the world works This is yours This is mine This is what a good man does This is what he'll never be This is what deserves respect This is what sounds dumb to me Brick by brick Year by year Kept the weather outside Till somebody knocked one evening With a fact I didn't like I said, "Nah, you got it wrong" Before I even let 'em in Funny how an open mind Can still have locks on everything I got a house full of answers And I'm proud of what I built Every wall was once protection Every room made sense to me But if truth knocks down a window I don't have to guard the bricks Maybe changing what I live in Doesn't mean I never lived There's a crack behind the picture I keep moving the frame There's a floorboard getting louder Every time I say the same There's a room I haven't entered 'Cause the label on the door Says, "People like you don't believe that" Don't remember writing that before Oh That's interesting Who put all these signs in here? Some are mine Some came from people I ain't talked to in years Some came from being seventeen And needing to belong Some came from getting hurt one time And calling caution law Some came from people that I love Some came from people I don't Some I chose because they helped me Some I never fucking chose I got a house full of answers And I'm proud of what I built But I'm starting to distinguish Between the shelter and the guilt If a wall don't hold the ceiling Why the hell am I defending it? Maybe changing what I live in Doesn't mean I have to burn the shit I don't need a match I need a hammer Maybe that's the difference I don't need to hate the man Who built these rooms with what he knew He was working from a blueprint Drawn by everywhere he'd been He wasn't stupid He just hadn't seen What I have seen since then Damn Maybe being wrong Ain't what I thought it was Maybe wrong is just a marker Saying, "You made it this far" Like an old map with a coastline That gets better when you sail You don't curse the first explorer 'Cause he missed a little trail You draw another line You write another note You keep the parts that still get you home And fix the parts that don't I got a house full of answers But the windows open now Some of what I called foundation Was just furniture somehow I can move it I can lose it I can build another room Maybe changing what I live in Makes more space to tell the truth And here's the weirdest part The house didn't fall I changed my mind this morning And I'm somehow here at all Nobody took my name away My memories didn't leave Turns out I can change an answer Without changing me completely Maybe I confused consistency With something I should prize Like the goal was dying someday With the same exact mind Man, fuck that I wanna renovate Put a doorway where a wall was Let some unfamiliar daylight Hit the places I ignored Keep the table Keep the pictures Keep the scars that taught me things But if a room becomes a prison I don't owe it loyalty I got a house full of questions now That sounds better when I say it Not because I know less Because I'm finally not afraid of it Knock if you brought evidence I'll try to let you in Can't promise I'll agree with you But I can promise I'll look at it And if you're right Give me a minute I might have to move some shit Turns out growth sounds a lot like Furniture dragging across the floor So if you hear that scraping Coming through my walls tonight Don't worry Nothing's breaking I'm just making room for light.