Crystal Glass

Verse 1

I walked in with my armor on

Expecting sparks, but the fire was gone

Just another night of playing the part

Checking the locks around my heart

But you didn’t ask for a polished show

You didn't mind that I moved so slow.

Pre-Chorus

I’m used to the noise, I’m used to the grit

I’m used to the shoes that never quite fit

But when you look at me, the static clears

And suddenly I’m not playing for the ears.

Chorus

’Cause you see the silver in the gray

You wash the messy parts away

In a world that treats me like a stone

You make me feel like I’ve finally come home

No more hiding, no more "guess"

You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass

Yeah, you treat me like a goddess.

Verse 2

I’ve got dirt on my hands and scars on my knees

From a decade of trying so hard to please

But you pull my hair back from my face

And tell me I’m winning at my own pace

It’s a different kind of "cool," I guess

To be loved in my Sunday-morning mess.

Bridge

I don’t have to scream to be heard

I don’t have to fight for the final word

You just sit there, and you listen

And suddenly, the whole room starts to glisten.

Chorus/Outro

Yeah, you see the silver in the gray

You wash the messy parts away

In a world that treats me like a stone

You make me feel like I’m finally come home

No more hiding, no more "guess"

You treat me like I’m made of crystal glass

Yeah, you treat me like a goddess.

(Softly) Like a goddess.

(Fade out with acoustic strumming)