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