Open from Shallon by jaspergaul

There’s space in my front room, there’s
Too much space for a token
Too much space to keep open
Some last shout in the commotion
Just stop walking, that leg is broken

We can sit and try hoping
Don’t call a cab, and I’ll be open
Doors stay closed if no one holds them

I can’t keep it unless it’s chosen
I can’t bear to see you folded
I can keep this door, hold it

Couldn’t keep this door open
Couldn’t keep this door open
Couldn’t keep this door open
Couldn’t keep this door open
I couldn’t hold it

I keep the light on my porch soft yellow
Open invite, forgotten pride
Home is a place you don’t need to say hello
I had the height, lost out of spite
I’ll put down my cards at the first sign of a fellow
Yesterday’s fright, opening sight

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• folk
• guitar
• philly
• singer-songwriter
• Philadelphia