Lyric

The chair was waiting by the window

The cup was where it always stayed

The walls were warm and almost gentle

In the light we used to make

I knew the sound of every floorboard

I knew the lock, the hall, the air

But something in my body whispered

I was only visiting there

I kept my shoulders close together

I kept my weather out of view

I learned the shape of being welcome

Without belonging to it too

Maybe I was not made for this room

Not made to breathe this small

Not made to fold my whole life neatly

Into corners of these walls

Nothing here was ever cruel

Nothing here was out of place

But I could feel myself go missing

In a beautifully familiar space

Your jacket hung behind the doorway

My shoes were lined against the side

I made a home inside your habits

And called the quiet mine

At work I smiled under the ceiling

At home I answered to my name

In every room that said it knew me

I felt wrong in different ways

There is a kind of disappearing

That does not make a sound

You only notice when your breathing

Never wants to settle down

Maybe I was not made for this room

Not made to breathe this small

Not made to fold my whole life neatly

Into corners of these walls

Nothing here was ever cruel

Nothing here was out of place

But I could feel myself go missing

In a beautifully familiar space

I do not need to blame the doorway

I do not need to hate the light

Some places hold you for a season

Then ask too much to stay inside

I can leave without a thunder

I can go without a scar

I can love the room that kept me

And still know where my windows are

Maybe I was not made for this room

Not made to breathe this small

Not made to keep my future quiet

For the comfort of these walls

Nothing here was ever cruel

But I am no longer in place

I can feel a wider weather

Finding room inside my name

I can feel a wider weather

Finding room inside my name