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How morning light finds the fire escape

Cold tea doesn't need to be perfect

God, I'm so damn tired of catching myself before I fall

Now nobody's watching is exactly the point

That kid's got no one but me now

My feet are planted but they're dancing

But my voice is just another glowing sign / Blinking in the dark

My left hand isn't mine anymore / But that's a trade I'll always make

Then you whisper my name like a prayer

Hands that built a life now shake with what they've torn apart

Learning to fall without breaking

These hands that gave help are shaking while they receive it

But alone just built a house that's not a home

This piano bench creaks under thirty-eight years

Your eyes cut through every lie I tell myself

But watercolors run when the light gets through

Like you're memorizing how my thumb traces this key ring

With the fork held upside down

Bitter tea's gone cold in my hands while I practice looking fine

Got your jaw, got your way of saying nothing