Lyric

I moved your name one inch to the left

Where the candle would not reach

You laughed like nothing mattered

With ruin under your sleeve

I poured the water slowly

Watched your reflection bend

You asked me where to sit

Like I had not arranged the end

Some traps wear linen

Some doors stay open wide

I gave you the better glass

I gave you the colder view

You thought the room was generous

It was only making space for you

The others spoke in silver

Their voices soft and clean

I let your chair face everyone

So no one missed a thing

You smiled through the courses

You raised your glass too high

By the time you saw the pattern

The evening had turned bright

A mistake can look formal

When the table is set right

I gave you the open path

I gave you the gracious room

You stepped into the quiet

And called it something new

Please Take the Wrong Seat

I will not tell you twice

The kindness in my gesture

Was only good design

I gave you the perfect angle

I gave you the waiting light

You thought you chose the moment

I had chosen it all night