Lyric

You said just tell me plainly

So I folded down the hurt

Left the years outside the sentence

Kept the damage to a word

I could have named the whole thing

But I watched your patience thin

So I cut away the weather

And let the clean line in

Now it sounds almost easy

Now it looks almost kind

But the part I did not send you

Is still moving in my mind

You Asked Me to Keep It Short

So I made the wound behave

Took the room out of the story

Took the weight out of the phrase

You heard the smaller version

And called it finally clear

But I was standing somewhere

That did not make it here

There was a night before this

There was a door half closed

There were ten things I swallowed

So the last one could be told

I know I made it lighter

I know I made it neat

But something in the cutting

Took the living out of me

You Asked Me to Keep It Short

So I made the wound behave

Took the room out of the story

Took the weight out of the phrase

I am not hard to understand

I am tired of being reduced

Every feeling has a history

Even when it sounds like proof

You Asked Me to Keep It Short

So I stopped before the ache

Left the truth in smaller pieces

Just to make it easy to take

If you wanted the whole silence

You should have let me speak