I awoke to a knock on the door in the night
The dogs were sleeping on the floor
And I said, I know those knuckles on the maple
I've learned that rhythm in which they thump
And I could picture you waiting outside
Outside, before I opened it up
Don't try to reason
I'm so tired of always sewing it up
Some rips need patches
But the thread unraveled on us
So, now I hold out hope that we can be
Two adults who both can see that there is more to this
And I said, I know how everything used to feel
You were the patches in all of my clothes
'Til the holes got far too wide to fix 'em
But there's grace in knowing when to go
Don't try to reason
I'm so tired of always sewing it up
Some rips need patches
But the thread unraveled on us
And I tried to please you
You told me that I wasn't enough
Wasn't enough
And I hope the thread you're hanging on
Still bears the weight
Still bears the weight
