Woke up to the sound of all the shit hitting the ground
Put my hand on my head and let the heat sink in
Ripped off the warmth of the covers
Looked in the mirror and thought where to begin
Something must be broken here
Must not be clear
This isn't the girl who brought all these boxes and bins
Filled with hope enough to build a home
But the boxes are still lined up right by the door
Thought I packed enough, didn't know I would need more
Something must be broken here
Must not be clear
Something must be broken here
Must not be clear
Looking around it's not me it's you
This mess, it's not me it's you
Something must be broken here
It is not me, must not be clear
Something must be broken here
It is not me, it's you