[Verse 1]
You trace the cracks in the bathroom tile
Naming them all like saints
Every small fracture
Another shrine to what you ain’t
You circle dates in a broken planner
Like warnings
Like war
Every “yes” you ever uttered
Is written on a hospital door
[Chorus]
You’re the god of every little loss
Build your altar out of almosts
Carry choices like a crown of rust
Cut your tongue on every “just”
You could turn and walk away
But you kneel and kiss the cost
Yeah
You worship every wound you cross
God of every little loss
[Verse 2]
You keep receipts in a rusted tin
Ticket stubs
Bad prescriptions
Tiny ghosts with printed ink
Proof you lived through each decision
You pray to forks in forgotten roads
Sleep on beds made of doubt
Every time you pick a side
You write another chapter of “without”
[Chorus]
You’re the god of every little loss
Build your altar out of almosts
Carry choices like a crown of rust
Cut your tongue on every “just”
You could turn and walk away
But you kneel and kiss the cost
Yeah
You worship every wound you cross
God of every little loss
[Bridge]
Maybe there’s a world where
You don’t bow to broken things (broken things)
Where “too late” melts
Off the edges of your skin (off your skin)
But you need that ache
Like a hymn you have to sing (have to sing)
So you bless your own undoing
Like it’s all you’ll ever bring
[Chorus]
You’re the god of every little loss
Build your altar out of almosts
Carry choices like a crown of rust
Cut your tongue on every “just”
You could turn and walk away
But you kneel and kiss the cost
Yeah
You worship every wound you cross
God of every little loss