Broken Bottle Reimagined

Love doesn't grow in the middle of the garden
No, no
I could feel your pain, but you really hate to show it, no

I tried to give myself away
I did not get to say to you
That I did have somethin' to say
Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Running out of breath
I don't think I could follow
Look at your footsteps
And look at the broken bottles
Maybe, I was a mess
Maybe, you were so hollow
Maybe I should address
Maybe I should

Give myself away
I did not get to say to you
That I did have somethin' to say, yeah
Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude

No-ooh
Oh-ooh
No-ooh
Oh-oh, oh-ooh, hmm
No-ooh
Oh-oh, oh-ooh
Oh-oh
Ooh-oh-ooh-oh
Oh-oh
No-ooh
Oh-oh
Ooh-oh
No-ooh
Ooh-oh-ooh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Broken bottles, brokеn bottles, broken bottles
Brokеn bottles, broken bottles, broken bottles
Hmm



Credits
Writer(s): Chaz Carter, Jeff Kleinman, Michael Uzowuru, Mike Hector, Tierra Umi Wilson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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