Silver Line Beneath the Glaze

[Verse 1] Painted smile, porcelain white Every edge aligned just right I smooth the sleeve across my skin And let the quiet settle in [Pre-Chorus] A silver line beneath the glaze Runs farther every time you say “Are you alright?” I almost say— [Chorus] I’m holding all the pieces where you— One small breath, one splintered sound The perfect face comes tumbling down I reach to catch the falling— [Verse 2] Your cup still waits beside the sink A fine blue seam along the brink The mirror keeps my practiced grin But something underneath gives in [Pre-Chorus] A silver line beneath the glaze Has crossed the names we used to save You touch my hand; I start to say— [Chorus] I’m holding all the pieces where you— One small breath, one splintered sound The perfect face comes tumbling down I reach to catch the falling— [Bridge] No, don’t press the seam Don’t ask it to stay The crack knows the shape Of the words I can’t say [Final Chorus] I’m holding all the pieces where you— Then nothing left to hold A little blue beneath the gold I try to say your name and— [Outro] Painted smile, set it down Let the quiet have its sound