Somebody already wrote the book on defeat
So far be it from me to think I'm reinventing anything
If life's a list of mistakes and all the ends I can't make meet then read them to me

You are something next to nothing, and I'll hold you like a lock set holds a key

And we can watch the cracks splinter away
Like it's summer in the sun and winter in the shade
And I'll be here and I promise I will stay always

So how on earth did we find ourselves in so deep?
There's no semblance of sense in how we keep the pieces moving free
But for once and for all, or for now and for you that's alright with me

Because you're my wit's end. You're my last stand
Of all the words scarce at my command, you're my wit's end
You're my last stand and in your way you love me all you can