Made To Be Broken

Some things are made to be broken

Some things are made to be kept

We're in the space between what's over and what's left

If I tried too hard to keep you

I did it so I could reach you

I had to re-arrange the only things that worked for me

Part of this happened slowly and part of it overnight

What happens when everything you want never arrives?

Some things are made to be broken

There's a face in here from the past

It's and ocean under the glass

I hang it up on the wall and never look back

Little scar shaped souvenirs

Are the only witnesses here

To a faded alibi that used to be mine

It used to be mine