Broken Bottle Reimagined

Love doesn't grow in the middle of the garden No, no I could feel your pain, but you really hate to show it, no I tried to give myself away I did not get to say to you That I did have somethin' to say Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude Ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Running out of breath I don't think I could follow Look at your footsteps And look at the broken bottles Maybe, I was a mess Maybe, you were so hollow Maybe I should address Maybe I should Give myself away I did not get to say to you That I did have somethin' to say, yeah Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude No-ooh Oh-ooh No-ooh Oh-oh, oh-ooh, hmm No-ooh Oh-oh, oh-ooh Oh-oh Ooh-oh-ooh-oh Oh-oh No-ooh Oh-oh Ooh-oh No-ooh Ooh-oh-ooh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh, yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah Broken bottles, brokеn bottles, broken bottles Brokеn bottles, broken bottles, broken bottles Hmm