[Verse 1]
I wake up as an unopened letter
Stamp half-peeled
Address erased
Coffee cools in its chipped little temple
Steam drawing halos on my face
I walk like a bookshelf in an earthquake
Every step
A slipping spine
All my thoughts dog-eared in the margins
Words underlined
Out of time
[Chorus]
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Blooming where it cuts too deep
Laughing in the wrong form
Crying when I finally sleep
If I say I’m “just porcelain in season”
Will you hear the hairline lines?
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Trying to make the frost look fine
[Verse 2]
My mind’s an attic with a short fuse
Lightbulb buzz and paper dust
Memories in mismatched mason jars
Labeled “hope” / “fear” / “rust”
I set the table for the voices
Silverware for every doubt
They pass the salt
They pass their judgments
I pass out
They never walk out
[Chorus]
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Blooming where it cuts too deep
Laughing in the wrong form
Crying when I finally sleep
If I say I’m “just porcelain in season”
Will you trace the crooked signs?
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Teaching all the thorns to shine
[Bridge]
Some days I’m the open window
Letting every weather in (oh)
Some days I’m the locked piano
All these keys
No song to spin
[Chorus]
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Blooming where it hurts to breathe
Smiling like it’s uniform
Breaking in the space between
If I say I’m “just porcelain in season”
Will you hold what doesn’t align?
I’m a garden in a snowstorm
Still begging every seed to try