Arrivals

Cardboard towers in an empty hall
My name in pencil on the wall

The keys are cold, the light is new
I practice signatures in blue
The rooms are echoes I don't own
I hang my coat and call it home

I wear it like it's mine
Still creased along a stranger's line
I answer when they call my name
And almost fit inside the frame

Badge photo smiling half a beat too late
Elevator hum at half past eight
I learn the floors, I learn the doors
The carpet hush of corridors

I wear it like it's mine
Still creased along a stranger's line
I answer when they call my name
And almost fit inside the frame

Somewhere in a box I taped
Is every shape I haven't shaped
I left it by the bedroom door
I'll open it in year or four

I wear it like it's mine
It's learning me a line at a time
I answer when they call my name
And someday I will fit the frame

I wear it like it's mine
I wear it like it's mine