[Verse 1]
Sunday phone call
Let it ring out
Name on the screen
Like a burned-out town
Photos in boxes
Faces turned down
I trace the corners
Then put them face down
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
Though no one’s coming
No one’s staying
Every chair a little fable
Of what I’m taking
What I’m saving
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s the weather
I wear the guilt
But keep my name
Stitched to the inside of my sweater (oh)
[Verse 2]
You wrote a letter
I learned each fold
Never the sentences
Just how it felt to hold
I left it sealed
In the second drawer
Tell myself mercy
Is walking past that door
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
Though no one’s coming
No one’s staying
Every chair a little fable
Of what I’m taking
What I’m saving
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s the weather
I wear the guilt
But keep my name
Stitched to the inside of my sweater
[Bridge]
If I come back
Do I come back small?
Hands in pockets
Eyes on the wall
Or do I stay
A ghost in my skin
Choosing the silence
Again and again (mmm)
[Chorus]
I keep the salt on the family table
For every story I won’t mention
Empty plates
A fragile label
Love and distance
Both inventions
I light a match
Then hide the flame
Say it’s the wind
Say it’s whatever
I break the line
Then take the blame
And call it duty
Call it self-preserve forever