Lyric

I turned the bright things over

Put the cups back in a line

Let the window hold the evening

Like a hand over my eyes

The room was almost quiet

But the day still moved around

I folded up my jacket

With the noise I never found

Little lights off

Little doors closed

Nothing fixed yet

Only held low

I lower the room like a radio

Till the walls stop asking me to stay

I make a place for every feeling

That could not belong today

I left my phone face down

Like a moon without a sky

Let the sink drip once behind me

Let the small clock keep the time

No one sees the ending

When a person comes undone

Sometimes rest is just a table

With the dishes almost done

How I Put the Day Away

Is not a pretty thing

I just give the dark its corners

And let the tired quiet in

Tomorrow waits beside me

Folded softly at the seam