A Fragile Thing

Like paper in a storm, my edges are all torn
Held together by the briefest glimpse of light

I'm racing on glass shoes
Bounding toward all the things I'll lose
Unsafe, this place is so abused
The feeling, aching, straining, loose
I gleam over the dents
With such misplaced confidence

And I will hold this porcelain skin tightly in my arms
Focus on the breaks, focus on the breaks
Trying not to hate, trying not to hate

Some days, life feels like a ledge
With no clear end
No other side to provide
Some desperate respite

And so I wait and lie
Until the next time I climb
And just hope I find my mind
On some sturdy ground this time

And I will hold this porcelain skin tightly in my arms
Focus on the breaks, focus on the breaks
Trying not to hate, trying not to hate
And I will hold this porcelain skin tightly in my arms
Focus on the breaks, focus on the breaks
Trying not to hate, trying not to hate