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My jaw has a twitch like I've been worrying too much Like I've been worrying right down to my gums It's a wonder how I make it through the night And when I don't, I just sit counting cracks and peeling paint Trying to strip away the face this year has made It's a wonder how I make it to the light Her voice has a tone, like patience running low Pulling tight, breaking fast, and letting go It's a chore just to make it to the fight So instead we wear thin, counting cracks and pinning sins Posting scores before the bout even beings It's a wonder how we ever got it right Here I go, limb from limb, lung to lung, and teeth to tongue Biting down before the words begin to run Some things never need to see the light So instead I just sit, counting cracks and peeling paint Trying to see if there's something left to save Some things you never can get right