Chorus: Broken since the day you left me,
I’m trying to mend the pieces, broken,
broken, I’m broken, baby I’m bro-
ken since the day you left me,
I’m trying to keep composure, broken,
broken, I'm broken, baby I’m broke.
Fuck a love song.
Only thing worse is a love lost song.
At least that’s what I thought until I lost love
& now look at me, here pen in hand.
Trying to write away a broken heart
disgusting the me from four hundred and ninety two…
days ago, a day before the day you…
Leaving my heart broke.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t eat, it fucked my sleep up,
rapid heart beat thumps. Clichés,
in other words that we hear each day.
replayed, on the radio.
I used to chalk it up to a lack of artistry.
But again that was before my heart had been
side-swiped, traumatized, shell-shocked, clothes-lined,
played with, brutalized…broken.
Like bottomless abyss can’t go on broken.
Like there’s no joy in anything without you broken.
Like I’m numb to a crisp, sunny morning broken.
And like I can’t see my mom, ‘cuz she’ll see me…
Yeah that kind of broken.
The kind of broken that’s making me re-listen
to all these love songs that I used to be dissing
because the missing ingredient
that I needed to see the wisdom in ‘em was you…
First your coming & then your going.
Of course, the impact you’d have? I couldn’t have been knowing.
If I had, I might not have got involved.
But that’s split milk that I’m not trying to mop.
And like they say, better to have loved and lost,
than to never…well, you know the rest.
So I guess it’s like no regrets,
learnt from it, growth, & all the rest…
of the things sad people say,
to help their sadness go away.
And sure everybody knows that that it’s all clichés.
But if those clichés are beaming rays
from a lighthouse shining through a sea of pain,
leading the way through reefs & the steepest waves
to a more serene place,
well I’ma follow ‘em.
Follow ‘em right to the earth’s end.
Follow ‘em just until this hurt ends.
Follow ‘em ‘til physically I work again.
Follow ‘em right until this verse ends.