What Breaks (And What Doesn't)

There's a scar on my lip

One that you can't help but kiss

From when I was a kid

I got it like this

See, I was three years old, maybe younger still

Crashed headlong into a window sill

And was surprised when I broke instead of it

That's the scar that's on my lip

That's what you're kissing when we kiss

When you leave, you will be fine

You will be fine

When it gets real late

So late that it's not late anymore

And I'm alone, awake

Just creaking with the floors

I can beg the sun to let me sleep

Don't know what stake it holds in the hours I keep

I'll push it down, but these burning hands won't seem to do

All my efforts fall right through

The morning makes me think of you

'Cos when you leave, you will be fine

You will be fine

But if we're talking about distractions

Everything is a distraction

Except when your blood flows

'Cos your heart beats

And when your ribs rise

'Cos your lungs breathe

And if the earth moves

Where would you be

With what you love more?

Where does that put me?

When you leave, you will be fine

You will be fine

You will be fine