Lyric

I stood the way you liked

Soft at the door

I wore the smile you gave

And asked for nothing more

The mirror stayed quiet

The room held the light

I looked almost loved

From the proper side

Something pulled beneath my ribs

A seam I could not name

I kept my breathing small

To stay inside the frame

I wore what they wanted

Like it had been mine

Turning in borrowed light

Saying I was fine

I softened all my edges

Made them easy to hold

Now I feel the outline

I gave away long ago

You said that color suited me

So I kept it for years

I folded my louder thoughts

And hid them with fear

The photos were beautiful

My hands out of sight

I had a shape they loved

But it never fit right

Every word I buried

Stayed heavy on my tongue

I thought if I seemed calm

I could pass for loved

I wore what they wanted

Like it had been mine

Turning in borrowed light

Saying I was fine

I softened all my edges

Made them easy to hold

Now I feel the outline

I gave away long ago

I am not tearing it down

I am not running away

I am touching every place

That never felt safe

One thread in my hands

One truth under skin

I do not know my final form

But I know where I begin

I wore what they wanted

Like it had been mine

Turning in borrowed light

Saying I was fine

Now my voice is less polished

Now my hands are less still

I can feel my own outline

Coming back against my will

I can feel my own outline

I can feel it coming back