Third Ring Theology

[Voicemail BEEP]

[Verse 1]
It's three on a Tuesday, the week he's in Utah,
I'm tracing the gold on your grandmother's cup.
The Kintsugi fracture, a map of the break,
For every new promise he'd manage to take.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the steam from my tea makes a ghost on the glass,
A desperate prayer that this feeling will pass.

[Chorus]
You don't have to be the beautiful ruin,
The prized possession that he can see through.
Just come home, the porch light is on,
Break the whole damn thing before it's all gone.

[Verse 2]
He is nightshade that's climbing your trellis for sun,
A beautiful poison till the blooming is done.
I saw you last Thursday by the Hawthorne Bridge rail,
Your smile was a watercolor caught in the hail.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm darning a sock with a furious thread
For all of the words that you left unsaid.

[Chorus]
You don't have to be the beautiful ruin,
The prized possession that he can see through.
Just come home, the porch light is on,
Break the whole damn thing before it's all gone.

[Bridge]
Remember you told me, "'You're too much,' he said"?
And I watched you fold up the world in your head.
Well, I hope that you're too much.
I hope you're a flood.

[Chorus]
You don't have to be the beautiful ruin!
Some museum piece he can see through!
God, just come home, the front door's unlocked!
Set fire to the garden before there's root rot!

[Outro]
(Heavy breath, sniffle)
...Call me back.
(CLICK)