Vg Hotbit888 - Let The Paper Tear

I found a moth in a matchbox
It was sleeping with the ashes
Like the night it signed a truce
With the thing that burns it
My mother kept a bowl of keys
For doors that had disappeared
She said some locks are only a habit of the hand
And I learned
A scar is just a scene
That forgot to be a shame and
I learned the smallest room in me can still hold a hurricane
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
Something holy shows
When it gives way
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
I was built to break and stay
The oranges on the counter went soft in their own sunlight
Well, my father fixed a chair that had already forgiven him
A child drew a window on the back of a receipt and stared
It teaches every name and
I learned even the empty cup is still shaped like a grace
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
Something holy shows when it gives way
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
I was built to break
And stay
If you ask where
I was hiding
I was in the crack of morning
In the bruise on an apricot
In the pause before the answer
I was never made of glass
I was made of weather
I was made of getting through
I was made of getting through
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
Something holy shows when it gives way
Let the paper tear
Let the paper tear
I was built to break and stay
Let the paper tear, let the paper tear
Say my name again, I'm still here