Name Pending

No title on the page tonight

Just a blank where a name

should lie

I tried to pin it down with a clean first line A

little bold print, a little borrowed shine But every word I chose

wore somebody else's coat So I left the top line empty and

I sang this note

Funny how a blank can tell the honest truth Nothing fits forever

when you're still in motion If you ask me what it is

I can only say it lives In the space before a name

This is an untitled song about being untitled Open like a door

that never learned to close I don't need a label for the

way I'm feeling

Call it what you want,

it keeps refusing

clothes An untitled song about being untitled Still becoming,

still unknown I watched my friends frame up their lives in tidy

squares Little captions underneath to prove that they were there I'm not

against a headline, I just haven't found mine yet

Maybe that's the truest thing I've managed to protect So let the

corners stay soft, let the outline blur Maybe being hard to name

is not a curse No banner over my head No final word

in red Just my breath and a room to begin Again,

again This is an untitled song about being untitled Open like a

door that never learned to close I don't need

a label for the

way I'm feeling Call it what you want,

it keeps refusing clothes An

untitled song about being

untitled Still becoming, still unknown Leave it blank at the top

Let it mean what it means (ooh) still

unknown