Before the First Shelves Fell Lyrics

There was a setting on the table

There was a carving in a tree

There was a suitcase in the hallway

And it stays there half empty

There was a stranger in a portrait

There was a mattress on the floor

There was a call you couldn't care about

But they won't call you anymore

And you knew if you had left it

Then the feeling would subside

But you wondered how you got here every night

Slumped over a desk in spare bedrooms

Shadows from the same indifferent light

So wrought for old words half written and canvases still white

For you're running out of the things that you don't tire of

A dearth of motivation

To examine better choices than our negligence

To gain some small reprieve

Resigning to have done your best

And feeling kind of bad when you're relieved