Vacant Lot Hymn

[Verse 1]
The copper wiring we stripped from the R.G. Dunn building in June
Is humming a different, quieter kind of tune in this room.
The floorboards warp another fraction when the radiator sighs,
Got a brand new coffee maker where your stack of vinyl lies.

[Chorus]
Don't you call this living
With the pieces that you're giving?
One new nail, one patched-up wall—
Is this the same damn place at all?

[Verse 2]
The calluses on your hands smoothed over, soft and strange.
"It's just the season," you said last Tuesday, "everything has to change."
The porch light burns a colder yellow than it did a year ago,
Flickering a Morse code only the bitter winter winds know.

[Bridge]
Remember sketching blueprints on a napkin at the bar?
Your fingers tracing doorways, didn't care how far
We'd have to go to build it, we'd have to go to build it right.

[Chorus]
Don't you call this living
With the pieces that you're giving!
One new nail, one patched-up wall—
Is this the same damn place at all?!

[Outro]
Just a vacant lot hymn.
For the architecture of him.