Crosscut Logic

[Verse 1]
The spare key to the '98 Civic sits on a stripped-out screw,
In the kitchen drawer that don't close right, what else is new?
Got a bag of loose dowels, a level with the bubble split,
He was gonna fix the stoop, I guess he up and troubled it.
It's the grain of it, the way it fights the saw no matter what,
The jagged edge you get when you ain't measuring the cut.
Smellin' like sawdust, rust, and cheap cologne I can't forget,
Just a box of crooked promises I ain't finished breakin' yet.

[Chorus]
The angle's off, the blueprint's torn,
This thing we built was wrong since born.
Yeah, the angle's off, the blueprint's torn,
This thing we built was wrong since born.

[Verse 2]
(Softer, slower cadence)
I trace the pencil marks he left, a language I can't read,
Half a plan to build a shelf, half a list of what he'd need.
Heard Abuela in the hall, she saw me with the open drawer,
Said, "He measured twice, mija, but his heart was always sore."
It's the pressure-treated lie, the varnish on a rotten board,
The kinda piece that looks alright until you can't ignore
The way it splinters when you lean, the give beneath the weight,
It's been October since he called, I know it's gettin' late.

[Bridge]
(Cadences trade off)
That joint ain't flush. (It never was.)
This whole damn frame is buzz. (It's just because.)
The nail is bent. (It's all you sent.)
This house is rent.

[Outro]
The wood grain runs the other way.
Yeah. It runs the other way.