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The toast is burnt, the tea is cold
The couch is worn and kind of old
The wall has cracks from last year's storm
We hang a quilt to keep it warm
You never fold the laundry neat
I let the dishes find their seat
The bed's unmade, the floor is rough
But waking up is still enough
We keep the fire low, we glue the broken bowl
We stitch the tear with thread, we make the crooked whole
And that's what keeps us warm when nothing goes as planned
We treasure all the broken bits, we make them fit by hand
We keep the fire low, we glue the broken bowl
We stitch the tear with thread, we make the crooked whole
We don't need perfect shapes to know we're not alone
The mended cracks are where the warmth has grown
You never fold the laundry neat
I let the dishes find their seat
The bed's unmade, the floor is rough
But waking up is still enough
We keep the fire low, we glue the broken bowl
We stitch the tear with thread, we make the crooked whole
And that's what keeps us warm when nothing goes as planned
We treasure all the broken bits, we make them fit by hand
We keep the fire low, we glue the broken bowl
We stitch the tear with thread, we make the crooked whole
We don't need perfect shapes to know we're not alone
The mended cracks are where the warmth has grown
