Broke Love - Hotel Books

We’ll make loneliness into love when we’re bored

And find the right emotional principle to cut like a sword

Over the words of a past me whispering

Love was the destination, but we would settle for some sympathy

Turning myself into my own lord

And then finding my own spinal cord

It’s finally safe to throw our bones back into the sea

So we can forget what it means to have bodies

When pursuing sanity just feels like some sort of couples' therapy

For these dual personalities bleeding into my psyche

Just questioning the answers I give to those I see

And I was taught to never let someone take parts away

From who I am

But there are parts that sometimes make me wanna hurt myself

So what am I supposed to do with them?

Your heart is on fire when you water down your words

You started much higher before you found the Lord

And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness

Objects of obsession in constant repetition

This cycle where we try to find reasons that we’re living

I’m a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you

Ashes look the same, whether they are your lover or

An object that you would rather face than dealing with your pain

Or the emotional strain that comes with tearing open the seams

Passionately neglecting anything but the emotional strength

We transform from being two souls

Searching for love in a bad dream

To just two strangers with shared memories

And sometimes, I found stability

While you kissed your soul goodbye

I know a song won’t do justice, but it’s all I have, so I’ll try

Your heart is on fire when you water down your words

You started much higher before you found the Lord

And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness

Objects of obsession in constant repetition

This cycle where we try to find reasons that we’re living

I’m a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you

Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend

We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead

Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend

We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead

Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend

We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead

Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend

We’ll bring you back from the dead, you could see me again

You could see me again

And since you left, you hardly ever come up

And I’ll tell you there’s a part that I’ll never give up

You tell yourself that I could never find you

Well, you never found me

When love was such a vacant dream we’d scream

Never let someone take parts away from who I am

But there are parts that sometimes make me want to hurt myself

So what am I supposed to do with them?