[Verse 1] Paint on the cheek, a copper pin in the hand Feet on the table, waiting for a command Someone upstairs keeps pulling at the thread I count every turn of the joint in my head [Pre-Chorus] If I bend, will you call it grace? If I break, will you look away? [Chorus] Cut the cord, let the little body fall I was never small beneath it all No more turn, no more borrowed breath I choose the shape that outlives death [Verse 2] Grey wooden knees on a checked black floor A red painted mouth that can’t smile anymore The room wears a coat of electric blue Every locked-up limb is learning something new [Pre-Chorus] If I bend, will you call it grace? If I break, will you look away? [Chorus] Cut the cord, let the little body fall I was never small beneath it all No more turn, no more borrowed breath I choose the shape that outlives death [Bridge] Leave the strings on the empty chair Let the dust collect in the air I can stumble, I can start A crooked step is still a heart [Final Chorus] Cut the cord, let the little body fall I was never small beneath it all No more turn, no more borrowed breath I choose the shape that outlives death [Outro] Paint on the cheek, a hand no longer there Feet find the floor, and I disappear
