Receding Hairline Celebration Party - Mr. Sauceman

A sinking ship, an awkward kiss A chance to set things straight The kind of hurt that burns and burns Like fires we can't contain We hole up in a shelter made Of bones and ice, and there we'll wait To start again with steady hands This time nothing gets in our way But as we peer a little closer What do we see? A crack in the surface A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand) A cadence imperfect Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against?) A promise kept, the dirt unswept A poorly worn disguise A child unloved that then grows up To love what we despise We're broken but still breathing We are wounded but we are healing We pick up right where we left off Breathe on the ashes that remain So that these coals may become fire To guide our way A crack in the surface A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand) A cadence imperfect Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against?) I walk on wounds that seldom prove to slow me down I laugh this constant pain away So you can't tell, but there it lies under the smiles It drains me mile after mile But seldom proves to slow me down Here I go Here I go Here I go Should we just hold on To what remains of What we thought was lost? But it's just a crack in the surface A flaw in the plan (plans we made together, almost buried in the sand) A cadence imperfect Like a building condemned (can we indemnify ourselves if we don't face what we're against?) A crack in the surface A crack in the surface