Museum of Unfinished Doors

[Intro: spoken, intimate]
They gave me a ruler
I built a small weather system
Inside the margins

[Verse 1]
I kept a jar of impossible things
A blue seed, a bent spoon, a paper moon
At lunch I taught the salt to sing
By Friday it had swallowed the room

You said, “Please make it ordinary”
I tried; the ordinary grew teeth
It bit through every careful box
And planted tiny forests underneath

[Pre-Chorus]
So take this map of folded skin
Turn it around and let the maze begin

[Chorus]
I am a museum of unfinished doors
A dozen strange keys and a thousand more
If I spill past the edges, let the colors run
I was not made to be only one

[Verse 2]
I wore Tuesday sideways on my head
Taught a clock to count in oranges
The neighbors called the doctor in
The doctor asked for my address

I sent him a flock of paper fish
They circled once, then changed their minds
You laughed so hard you dropped your script
And found a whole new voice inside

[Pre-Chorus]
No perfect shape, no final draft
The crooked answer makes me laugh

[Chorus]
I am a museum of unfinished doors
A dozen strange keys and a thousand more
If I spill past the edges, let the colors run
I was not made to be only one

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge: half-time, exposed]
Some days the room gets small again
Some days I fold to fit
Then you leave a window open
And I remember how to split
One thought into a hundred birds
One fear into a drum of rain
I don’t need to solve the world
I need to make it weird again

[Final Chorus]
I am a museum of unfinished doors
A dozen strange keys and a thousand more
Let the floor turn liquid, let the ceiling run
I was not made to be only one

[Outro]
Keep the ruler
Keep the lines
I’ll grow a garden
In the margins this time