The Grain Against

[A Cappella Intro]
Lena, this balsa wood won't listen tonight.
Just wants to splinter underneath your drafting light.

[Verse 1]
It's 3 AM, just the cicadas and glue,
the whole damn porch smells like cypress and you.
My thumb's gone numb from the X-Acto blade, I swear,
trying to trace this impossible stair.

[Chorus]
And I'm working with the grain against me,
but I still see the house that this is meant to be.
This exhausted hope is the only tool I got left, baby.

[Verse 2]
Caught your reflection in the window pane,
just watching my hands in the late August rain.
You said, "Silas, it's a model, just let it go for now."
But the look on your face told me you knew, somehow.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm working with the grain against me,
but I still see the house that this is meant to be.
This exhausted hope is the only tool I got left, baby.

[Bridge]
What if this blueprint was always a test?
Just a beautiful drawing of a life we ain't lived yet.

[Outro]
Still trying to build it.
Still trying.