You broke me
I thought I was bullet proof
I am bullet proof
But you showed up with a crow bar
And magic in a bottle
You chipped away at my brick box
Handing me comfort through the small holes in a shot glass
And pulling me out.
How you did it
I don't really know
And even though I am rebuilding
I will rebuild it the same way
So you can come back with your crow bar
And your magic in a bottle.