I was a shy child holding on to my father's legs
My face turning red every time m y world gets turned right upside down.
I found a nickel plated coin in my pocket.
Oh, the floor held me after I stuck it in a socket
like it knew I was a child.
Doors are meant to close behind you, but I don't want them to,
just like the rug in my bedroom growing up
that would stop the door when I tried to slam it shut.
I used to hang grocery bags up and down my arms
to impress my mom.
Now, I use them to carry boxes out of my dead dad's house
... so I started writing songs about this girl
but now that girl, she's somebody's wife.
Height marks on the door frame
from when a year brought welcome change.
Now, it all just feels the same.