[Intro] [Spoken] Cold one, I brought you what was left. Empty hands. A name I do not say. If you keep the night still, I will keep walking through it. [Verse 1] I serve two hungers in the same body. One taught me how to hold what hurts. One taught me how to keep moving after the fall. Shadow is not a mood here. It is the weather. I inventory the cracks like scripture. Stitch, shard, bag of pieces. Nothing in me is lost. Nothing in me is whole. [Pre-Chorus] Hands in the dark, gathering what cut me. I keep what I am given. Mercy looks like staying on my feet. Pain is the proof I am still here. [Chorus] Call me the broken, I claimed it first So it could not be used like a curse I hold the shards, I hold the thread I do not get mended, I get kept Cold light, two mouths, one vow I am the pieces — say it now Not fixed, not finished, not gone I keep it together, I keep it on [Verse 2] A curse sits on this ground like weather. Death hangs in the air and does not blink. I know that smell. I knew it before this place had a name. Keeping other bodies breathing is just another way of taping myself shut. I do not drop the bag. I do not set a single shard down just because the sky wants it. [Pre-Chorus] Hands in the dark, gathering what cut me. I keep what I am given. Mercy looks like staying on my feet. Pain is the proof I am still here — and the hands shake less than they did. [Chorus] Call me the broken, I claimed it first So it could not be used like a curse I hold the shards, I hold the thread I do not get mended, I get kept Cold light, two mouths, one vow I am the pieces — say it now Not fixed, not finished, not gone I keep it together, I keep it on I keep it together — I'm not alone [Rap] Darkness that claimed me, I learned your quiet Light that still answers when I come undone Curse on the dirt, curse in the lung Body of fractures, I count every one Stitch for the night, stitch for the day I keep what I'm given, I don't throw it away Pain is a language, relief is a rumor Joy is the second the shaking goes under Two hungers feeding on one set of bones I am the bag and I am the stones Could be the girl, could be the man in the chair — the pieces are still in the same bag. They're here. [Breakdown] Togeth— TOGETHER. [Chorus] Call me the broken, I claimed it first So it could not be used like a curse I hold the shards, I hold the thread I do not get mended, I get kept Cold light, two mouths, one vow I am the pieces — say it now Not fixed, not finished, not gone I keep it together, I keep it on together together TOGETHER [Outro] [Spoken] Bright one, I am afraid to ask. If you stay when the dark is done talking, I will put my hands out again. Not rescue. Just enough light to hold what I already have.
