The story
He keeps the scales from tipping, but only by leaning in.
He stands in a kitchen where the bills, the dishes, and the silence all ask for the same hand at once. She takes one end of the load, he takes the other, and they keep the picture frame straight even as the chair legs scrape and the clock keeps counting what neither of them can spare. Balance looks easy until one more thing lands on the pile.
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Lyrics
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