Too Many Maps

[Verse 1]
I keep a key for every door I made
Each one fits a room I can't afford to save
One name for the morning, one for the train
One keeps the calendar, one forgets my name
I split the bread, I split the day
I feed each life a little, then look away

[Pre-Chorus]
The cupboard's thin, the hours are thinner
Every new beginning needs another dinner
I hear them asking, “Which one stays?”
My hands keep building anyway

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land
Too many maps in one small hand
I cut the rope, I tie a new one
Pick one, pick one—then I make two

[Verse 2]
I gave one life my Sunday shoes
One gets the truth, one gets the news
One learned to leave before the bill came due
One keeps a chair pulled out for you
I count the coins, I count the names
The list grows longer every time I say “enough” again

[Pre-Chorus]
The cupboard's thin, the hours are thinner
Every new beginning needs another dinner
I hear them asking, “Which one stays?”
My hands keep building anyway

[Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land
Too many maps in one small hand
I cut the rope, I tie a new one
Pick one, pick one—then I make two

[Bridge]
If I let one go, who carries the rest?
If I keep them all, there's nothing left
I draw one more door on the back of a receipt
Then fold it small enough to keep

[Final Chorus]
Pick one, pick one—my hands won't land
Too many maps in one small hand
I cut the rope, I tie a new one
Pick one, pick one—then I make two
Pick one, pick one—still making two

[Outro]
Another name, another room
Another promise I can't outgrow