Verse 1:
You know, she used to show up there sometimes. And she had a way of dropping sad lines, like bread crumbs behind. Leaving pieces of her heart on the floor, wherever she went. And we'd all just roll our eyes, just nevermind, just nevermind. And I remember how it used to make me angry that she'd show up to fill the room with her clouds of black. And she'd stick her sorry head into a story like she was welcome there. It made me mad. It made me mad.

Chorus 1:
But Miranda never sealed the cracks. Miranda never sealed the cracks. Miranda, she was filled with cracks. But i never looked back.

Verse 2:
So one day I got up my nerve to confront her. You know, I put her in her place, which was anywhere but here. So there I was, dancing all over her broken. I said, "You want to own your tears. You want to own your tears."

Chorus 2:
But Miranda never sealed the cracks. Miranda never sealed the cracks. Miranda never sealed the cracks. But I never looked back.

Verse 3:
She never showed up there again, Miss Miranda. But still to this day, she shows up in my mind. When I'm dancing through clouds of unspeakable happy, I'll look down, and there she'll be, spilling her eyes. Well, some say she was hopeless anyway, and that she loved to play the martyr. But Miranda finally crumbled from those cracks. And in my selfish hand, I held the mortar.

Chorus 3:
Someone should've told her. Told her Jesus loves her. Someone should've told her. Just not me. Not me. Not me.

Tag:
And in my hand, I held the mortar.