[Verse 1] You keep the ledger under glass My name is bent but written down A thumbprint pressed in carbon black A door that never quite shuts out [Pre-Chorus] You say, “Stand straight.” I say, “I tried.” The hinge gives way on either side [Chorus] Crooked, crooked—still I stand A bad seam running through your plan Crooked, crooked—say it plain You can’t press me into shape again [Verse 2] The hallway clock skips every fourth Your careful portraits face the wall We trade our numbers at the door Then lose the count before the call [Pre-Chorus] You say, “Be still.” I answer, “No.” The fault line’s where the roots take hold [Chorus] Crooked, crooked—still I stand A bad seam running through your plan Crooked, crooked—say it plain You can’t press me into shape again [Bridge] One for the mark they tried to hide One for the names we kept inside No clean edge, no borrowed face We make a place from the misplaced [Final Chorus] Crooked, crooked—still we stand A split seam running through your plan Crooked, crooked—say it plain You can’t press us into shape again [Outro] Crooked… still we stand Crooked… still we stand
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