Burn the Map

[Verse 1]
Some days I want the whole frame tipped
The stacked-up plans, the practiced script
Let every careful wall come down
And leave me standing on bare ground

[Pre-Chorus]
A clean white page has a wicked pull
One hard shove and the room goes still

[Chorus]
I could burn the map, start anywhere
Let the old shape vanish into air
But I see your face when the pieces fall
And I can't call that nothing at all

[Verse 2]
I picture the hush after the crash
No borrowed answers, no holding fast
Then your small hope gets caught in my throat
A thread I can't cut, a hand on the rope

[Final Chorus]
I could burn the map, start anywhere
Let the old shape vanish into air
But I see your face when the pieces fall
And I can't call that nothing at all
I want the blank, I want the break
But I won't make you carry what I shake

[Outro]
So I stay here, changed but still in view
The page stays blank; I choose what I do