I guess it's a paradox
A question that can't be answered
Do I not see my reflection because the mirror's broken
Or did I break it because I couldn't see myself anymore?

Are my cut-up fists a karmic response?
I think i wished this bad luck upon myself
It's all coming right back to me now
There's no one to blame but myself

So it's me who's at fault for every misfortune I keep
On my shoulder like a badge of honor, one for every day this week
As if it was something to be proud of, as if I'd even overcome
Any trial or tribulation I'd fucking put myself through

And if you look closely
You will watch me shatter, oh
You've seen the spiderweb cracks
Running through me these last few years

Like expectations yours and mine
Shards will fall beneath your feet
A puzzle you might recognize
If you could put back the pieces

Even worse than the self inflicted wounds
I'm as sorry as I can be
Because the gashes in your skin i'd try
To nurse are remnants of me

You've been on the receiving end of the
Debris between you and me
And love I'm afraid when it happens
The sharp edges will hit a vein

But when i hit the ground
There will be a beautiful sound
And all that's left is to pick up the pieces