You picked the locks & found my letters in the basement.
Cracked the story, wrote it on the bathroom wall:
The epiphanies, you found religion there.
It takes a miracle to bring the dawn each day, but you don’t notice it.
Trim the pieces, fit them neatly, blocks of color spell the shapes out,
See my face from down the hall… just how you’d pictured.
Dump the scraps and make it simple, now I will be with you.
Oh the version that fits you’s just a story to get through and
You’ll never notice me now.
Carry you (I can).
