I love the way these things echo off the walls around me
But I haven't seen many floors that weren't scuffed tile or linoleum
He's got no concept of freedom or how to spend his time when he's gone away
I'm looking too forward to counting on the warmth of the rising sun
It's taken this long but I'm finally done wondering if you really understand
Caught in a cage without windows or walls I can be my own light
I didn't want him touching my toes because something about my veins tells me
My feet are the beginning and end of the rest of my everything
Glass and porcelain chatter like a China cabinet tipped on it's side
The only thing that matters now to me is that I can dance like something wild was born in me
I kept my secrets, thin as they are, like promises made myself when he gave me none
Leaving now, the way I did when flurries fell and caught his eyelashes and mine
A paint-peeled patch in this cinderblock wall mocks my sentimentality
The warmth of the sun and the cut of the breeze gave me wings as much as anything
Falling porcelain and the glass of water I didn't drink find a little less of my sanity
I haven't got much that wasn't once given me but somehow I know
Hiding in the hand-me-down pieces is something I was always meant to call my own
To trade this linoleum for tile is no trade I have much choice in making
I'm not lying when I say I don't mind the crash of spinning plates I can't always carry
If it means I can keep the echoes of these walls made whole by my time-earned bruises
I'll keep my arms turning and let the melody shatter my sharpest corners
But now that my long lost summer sun is up I'm already missing the home I didn't expect
Now that I'm going back to smog-kissed sunsets where I can't hear the emptiness of change
I must hold tight like nothing else I could imagine and after all this crash and crumble
My last pleading hope is that I'll be left with more than the same lonely tingle in my toes