We all think we're broken
We look into mirrors and cut ourselves
Thinking about boys and girls who left
And words that wound deep
(But here's the thing.)
(We pull our heads out of bloody bathtubs
Razors on our skin
In love with the idea of fractured souls
And how much easier it would be to find someone to make us whole)
We're in love with ourselves
The chaos we bring
Singing songs of bodies black and blue
Forgetting to say
"I love you too."
