歌詞

I checked the kettle for my reflection

Made my mouth a softer line

Tried a little almost-laughter

Like I had nothing on my mind

The hallway waited with its jacket

Keys were bright inside my hand

I looked calm enough for weather

Almost built enough to stand

I can be simple

I can be fine

I can be someone

For a little time

I Practiced My Face in the Microwave Door

Smiling small, then smiling less

If the world needs something normal

I can wear it like a dress

Nobody saw the first try

Nobody heard the room

Counting every soft blink

Before I left too soon

I made my eyes say easy

Made my hands stay still

Walked out with a borrowed morning

And my quiet little will

The kitchen kept my secret

In its silver, silent glass