Made of Broken Glass

Didn't we try this more than one lifetime before?

You stuck to the walls of my subconscious

Last time, no more

I'm glad you're gone, I'm thinking straight lately

It's not my fault if I drive you fucking crazy

There's no shortage of stupid boy distractions

I'm still waiting for them to change the fact that

I miss you

And that black motorcycle wild thing

Tattooed on your heart

Along willed something equal to broken

I hope that you know

I still want you, I never need to

Mr. Lavender, way to go

Was she a singer, eh-oh?

Aren't you a poor boy in a perforated mask?

All those things that I did to you

You're such a poor boy

I don't really care about your bad excuses

I'll still admit that

I miss you

And your falsetto circular dance hall moves

My scar matched your skin

By then you seemed to know we were broken

I hope that you know

I still want you, I never need to

I hope that you know

I hope that you know

I hope that you know