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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