Cracks in the Ceiling

Watching the cracks in the ceiling
I swear they're coming down on me
That ceiling fan's wobblin' and weavin'
And I'm trying to remember how to breathe

I feel like I ought to be praying
Apologizing to God on my knees
No, I can't sleep and you're making weak
Watching the cracks in the ceiling

I'm a sinner, I swear, it's me
I wish I could run from it all
But the past will always bury me
And I can't recover from the fall

So here, right now, hear me
I'm sorry, I'm begging
Just give me one damn chance

I want to be something more than the woman
Who lost herself in three years flat
I'm buried, not beaten, and I'm gonna keep digging
Myself out of the grave I've made

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am

So leave me here, waiting and watching
I need to get out of the way
The cracks in the ceiling, they're coming for me
I can't remember if I'm breathing

The cracks in the ceiling, they're coming for me
And I can't remember if I'm breathing
But I know, I know, I'm kneeling.