A Borrowed Frame

[Verse 1]
The tweed from Frenchy's on the Quinpool Road
Has the salt-and-sawdust smell of someone else's coast
It's 9 pm on Tuesday, the phone is cold in my hand
The seams are holding someone else's tension, I hope they understand

[Chorus]
I wear the weight of him to make this final call
(Just to make this call)
A borrowed frame to watch our structure fall
(Watch it fall)

[Verse 2]
There's a transit token from '98 deep in the right-hand pocket
A ghost of some commute, a man who beat the traffic
He probably knew when to fold, when to let the grain just run
I brace the phone against my shoulder, dial before I'm done

[Chorus]
I wear the weight of him to make this final call
(Just to make this call)
A borrowed frame to watch our structure fall
(Watch it fall)

[Bridge]
'You build a beautiful box,' she said, 'and then you live in it.'
This coat feels like a door, just for a minute
Against the grain of everything I want to do

[Chorus]
I wear the weight of him to make this final call
(Just to make this call)
A borrowed frame to watch our structure fall
(Watch it fall)

[Outro]
Yeah, a borrowed frame.
It's ringing.