[Verse 1]
We’ve moved the sofa
Three inches left
And now the room
Is out of breath
You say the walls
Are learning our names
They spell them in cracks
Above the picture frames
[Chorus]
We live inside a slightly smaller box each day
Laughing as the corners shave our shoulders away
“If it shrinks again
We’ll just hunch in style”
You pour two cups of air
And we sit a while
[Verse 2]
The window’s painted
On peeling plaster
View of a tree
That dies no faster
We water the sill
We prune the mold
You toast
“To comfort
In controlled unfold”
[Chorus]
We live inside a slightly smaller box each day
Joking that the ceiling only wants to play
“If it drops again
We’ll just learn to crawl”
You hang a crooked frame
Where there was no wall
[Bridge]
The landlord writes
“Everything’s fine”
On a sticky note
Over the exit sign
We frame it in gold
Like a saint’s dry smile
Kneel in the hallway
Measuring each tile (oh)
[Chorus]
We live inside a slightly smaller box each day
Practicing our punchlines for the plaster’s decay
“If it closes shut
We’ll just be the joke”
You strike a match
Salute
And watch it lose its smoke