Looks Fine to Me

Light in the dash been bothering me
Probably nobody else would notice
Whole drive home thinking about it
Like it mattered
Meanwhile my kid's in the backseat
Singing songs from Miss Rachel
My wife's laughing at something
That I already forgot

And I don't know why
My brain works like that
Got a good life
Still looking for cracks
Beautiful home
Beautiful wife
Still sitting there annoyed
By a little light strip

She still can't close a Ziploc bag
Says she does
She doesn't
Cabinet full of half sealed cereal
Chips stale by Thursday night
Still somehow makes dinner
Like somebody's grandma taught her
Whole house smells like garlic
And better than Chick fil A

And I don't know why
My brain works like that
Got everything
I used to pray for
Beautiful wife
Beautiful life
Still acting like something's wrong
Guess some habits stick around
Long after the hurt is gone

Two a m and she's still awake
Not cause she's hungry
Just to show she loves me
Says I think too much
I say probably
She kisses me anyway
Like it's not exhausting

Life don't look
Like people think it does
Sometimes it's just learning
How to sit inside
A good thing
Without waiting for it to break

And I don't know why
My brain works like that
Still scanning the walls
For something out of place
But my kid laughs
From the other room
And she calls me back to bed
And suddenly this whole damn house
Looks fine to me

Funny how fast
Peace can show up
When you stop checking
What's broken