Broken goes I tip and toe the undertow Scratched dirt beneath scratched heels Trailing paper and what I’d feel If only I had something around my brain To make me feel whole again
But nothing lasts longer than a cigarette A can of beer, it’s all wasted breath Expel the moment What comes back Atonement
For sins you think you might remember But just a kid, a kink, when you were younger Made your knees buckle, and you went under Afraid to let go, afraid to surrender
Is it my fault What has happened here Time went out and I grew cold Feeling older than the sum of my years
And it feels as if it’s all stitched together Moments that collect themselves In a tin bucket cheaply rendered
And it all feels wrong Like violins in a marching band No one knowing what they’re marching for And everyone’s just waiting for it to end