Broke - Live "Bootleg" Version

Broke account, so I broke a sweat
I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now

Broke my pace and ran out of time
Sometimes I'm so full of shit, that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down
Such a classic excuse, it should be bronze by now

Broke your glasses but it broke the ice
You said that I was an asshole, and I'd pay the price

Broken hearts want broken necks
I've done some things that I want to forget, but I can't

Broke up and I'm relieved somehow
It's the end of the discussions that just go round and round

And round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and round
It shouldn't have been anyway, no way, no way, that's right, that's right

Hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, no
Hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, no
Hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, hah-oh, no
It was like everything, like everyone's been broken so

You're livin' on fancy wine
You'll drink that turpentine
You're startin' conversations
You don't even know the topic



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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