Shattered Glass

Shattered glass on the carpet
Of my living room
Does this house come with a broom?
The inspection is due soon
Anytime now
Shattered plates in the kitchen
Don't be angry, please
My poor head's on its knees
I couldn't have possibly foreseen
All of this
But I'll sort it in the morning
When I'm not feeling shattered myself
Last night is a blur
So you can't be sure
It was just myself
A shattered boy in his bedroom
Just sat on my bed
All the pieces are spread
All in my little head
I don't know where to start
But I'll sort it in the morning
When I'm not feeling shattered myself
Last night is a blur
So you can't be sure
It was just myself
Can't help but suggest
We ignore the mess
And we go again



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Thomas, Ewan Thomas, Jonathan Pitts, Tim Schoutsen, Will Whitaker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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