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

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