Rip in the Wallpaper (Version 2)

Verse

Old lamp shade painted gold and grey

Corner of the ceiling cracks each day

Rain goes silver on the roof tile line

Pencils leave their names in my spine

Dust motes float like tiny bells

Every window's been a different hell

I keep the receipt from 1982

Folded soft against my sleeve

Pre-Chorus

Maybe endings carry the same light as beginnings

I'm not holding onto anything, I'm just keeping it quiet

Chorus

Rip in the wallpaper, let the dust fall through

Every ending finds me softer than it knew

Nothing left to mend when the fabric gives way

Just this hush on a winter Tuesday day

Verse

Your scarf still hangs by the heating vent

Static clinging where your voice once lent

Aunt's old photograph, the frame is broke

I don't need it mended, I just need it home

The streetlight flickers one, two, three

Same old rhythm on a different key

Every ending learns how to stay

Not as what it was but as a kind of gray

Pre-Chorus

Maybe endings carry the same light as beginnings

I'm not holding onto anything, I'm just keeping it quiet

Chorus

Rip in the wallpaper, let the dust fall through

Every ending finds me softer than it knew

Nothing left to mend when the fabric gives way

Just this hush on a winter Tuesday day

Bridge

Maybe every wall's only temporary

Maybe softness is just learning how to live with

The holes don't scare me, they let the light through

I stay for that, not what was underneath

Chorus

Rip in the wallpaper, let the dust fall through

Every ending finds me softer than it knew

Nothing left to mend when the fabric gives way

Just this hush on a winter Tuesday day