Fitting the Frame

Verse 1

She stands in front of the looking glass

And watches the morning shadows pass

She traces a line where the collarbone rests

Counts up the weight in her heavy chest

The coffee is poured, but it grows too cold

She folds up her hands and leaves it untold

Chorus

And the plate stays full as the evening fades

She walks through the quiet and sharper shades

Saving the space for a better day

When the mirror has nothing more harsh to say

Just waiting to feel like she fits the frame

Before she answers to her own name

Verse 2

She folds up the napkin, a neat little square

And moves the small pieces from here to there

A soft little smile so the table stays bright

She calls it a passing and quiet appetite

The music is playing, the conversation flows

How little the room around her knows

Chorus

And the plate stays full as the evening fades

She walks through the quiet and sharper shades

Saving the space for a better day

When the mirror has nothing more harsh to say

Just waiting to feel like she fits the frame

Before she answers to her own name

Bridge

It is not about hunger, it is not about food

It is keeping the peace in a fragile mood

Like holding your breath till the storm blows by

Or learning the art of a quiet goodbye

To the version of her that she hopes to see

When the weight of the looking glass lets her be

Outro

The light goes down on the porcelain white

She carries the quiet into the night

Just a little more time, just a little more grace

Till she feels like she's real enough for this place