I am made of glass
So brittle that I crack in every hand
Oh I shatter on command
And I am clearly marked "fragile"
With a heart of shards and glue
It's been painted black and blue

And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough
Or my arms give out
It's not from lack of love
Well they all mean well
But health is delicacy

And I'm porcelain
Crafted to the finest shape of man
With all the latest trends
Inflexible and hard, but made of lesser parts
Made of lesser parts

And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough
Or my arms give out
It's not from lack of love
Well they all mean well
But health is delicacy

And my body, my body's saying
"Pretend you're sober now
Pretend that you still get out
And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights
Just say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright'
You've got that swagger still in our hips
But whatever's coming next, you know you're scared of it
And just hide all your cracks from the shining lights
Just say when you're asked 'yeah I feel alright'."

And if my lungs, they aren't strong enough
Or my arms give out
It's not from lack of love
Well they all mean well
But health is delicacy