[Verse 1] You hung the picture crooked Then stepped back from the wall Said the room was built that way I said, maybe that’s all Your coffee ring on my letter Your coat across my chair You leave a little evidence Then swear you weren’t there [Chorus] Crooked, but it holds A nail bent through the plaster Crooked, getting old Still leaning toward disaster You call it almost straight I call it what we made Crooked, crooked And neither one of us will say [Verse 2] The kitchen clock runs backward Whenever you come home You set the table for two Then eat the meal alone I found your spare key hidden Inside the sugar tin You said it was for emergencies I said, this is one again [Chorus] Crooked, but it holds A nail bent through the plaster Crooked, getting old Still leaning toward disaster You call it almost straight I call it what we made Crooked, crooked And neither one of us will say [Bridge] If I pull it down, the paint comes too If I leave it there, I look like you So pass me the hammer, count to three Let the wall decide what’s left of me [Final Chorus] Crooked, but it holds A nail bent through the plaster Crooked, getting old Still leaning toward disaster You call it almost straight I call it what we made Crooked, crooked We’ll leave it there another day [Outro] You hung the picture crooked And I let it stay
