Broken
3am sipping coffee, I feel alone when
I'm around you the most
You don't know that you hurt me
Tears falling softly down the arm of my coat
I'm not okay, I think i'm broken in my head
But maybe that's why you were so upset
And I know I, have to try my very best
To keep on existing like this
I might have to move to the country
And tell all my friends that I'm dead
Then maybe you'd read up about me
And think really hard about what you said
I'm not okay, I always try to say I am
But lately my life is just such a mess
I bought a car and drove it off a bridge
To tell all my friends that I don't give a shit
Almost moved like 10 times to Brooklyn
You tripped on the sidewalk down on west 34th
I can't believe you chose to live in New Jersey
And you'll never leave you're 10 feet deep in the dirt
I'm not okay, I don't need you to tell me that
A swing and a miss with a baseball bat
I bruised my rib, trying to prove that I can fly
I keep my feet on the ground so you don't ask why
I might have to move to the country
And tell all my friends that I'm dead
Then maybe you'd read up about me
And think really hard about what you said
I'm not okay, I always try to say I am
But lately my life is just such a mess
I bought a car and drove it off a bridge
To tell all my friends that I don't give a shit
I'm around you the most
You don't know that you hurt me
Tears falling softly down the arm of my coat
I'm not okay, I think i'm broken in my head
But maybe that's why you were so upset
And I know I, have to try my very best
To keep on existing like this
I might have to move to the country
And tell all my friends that I'm dead
Then maybe you'd read up about me
And think really hard about what you said
I'm not okay, I always try to say I am
But lately my life is just such a mess
I bought a car and drove it off a bridge
To tell all my friends that I don't give a shit
Almost moved like 10 times to Brooklyn
You tripped on the sidewalk down on west 34th
I can't believe you chose to live in New Jersey
And you'll never leave you're 10 feet deep in the dirt
I'm not okay, I don't need you to tell me that
A swing and a miss with a baseball bat
I bruised my rib, trying to prove that I can fly
I keep my feet on the ground so you don't ask why
I might have to move to the country
And tell all my friends that I'm dead
Then maybe you'd read up about me
And think really hard about what you said
I'm not okay, I always try to say I am
But lately my life is just such a mess
I bought a car and drove it off a bridge
To tell all my friends that I don't give a shit
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Writer(s): Landon Conrath
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