Isn't this what you wanted?
To see me beautifully broken
Your mask is receding

Isn't this what you wanted?
To feel me, soft and unspoken
Your mask is receding

But you have to stumble to move again

And I'll mend again and again
Is this what you wanted?
And I'll mend again and again
Is this what you wanted?

Teeth to bone, I'll hold on, I'll hold on
I'll hold on with the tips of my fingers
Teeth to bone, I'll hold on, I'll hold on
I'll hold on with the tips of my fingers