Music: Ken Yates
So you're having trouble sleeping
All the things that you tried to believe in
They all turned out to be deceiving
Broken words on broken strings
And your hands are feeling worn out and calloused
But your mind is the aurora borealis
In a world that's all anger and malice
You're the best of the broken things
California was a nice idea
Such a shame that no one came out to see you
Still of all these lonely people
You're the best of the broken things
And I think you're being kind of dramatic
When you say that love is anticlimactic
Like all the old stuff in your attic
It's the best of the broken things
Broken does as broken is
Some things that break don't need to be fixed
Sometimes you try and the pieces don't fit
And the worst pain comes with no bleeding
When you're stuck staring at the ceiling
But I think it's worth repeating
You're the best of the broken things
The best of the broken things