Structural Buckle

[Verse 1]
(He)
Your hand on the fence of the Packard Plant's East wall,
that July ninety-nine, the smell of the rust.
I see the stress-fracture in the brick before the fall,
just a kid in a cloud of industrial dust.

[Chorus]
This hairline crack on my right-hand knuckle,
it isn't damage, it's a structural buckle.
The only blueprint I never meant to make,
the prettiest, most accidental shape.

[Verse 2]
(She)
"Don't be an idiot, Gwidon," is what I really said.
The rebar was rot, the air tasted of ozone.
You were trying to read the graffiti overhead,
and for a second, I thought you broke a bone.

[Chorus]
This hairline crack on your right-hand knuckle,
it isn't damage, it's a structural buckle.
The only blueprint you never meant to make,
the prettiest, most accidental shape.

[Bridge]
(Instrumental)

[Chorus]
This hairline crack on my right-hand knuckle,
it isn't damage, it's a structural buckle.
The only blueprint we never meant to make,
the prettiest, most accidental shape.

[Outro]
You trace the white line with your thumb, a perfect schematic.