Broken Biscuit
I'm a broken biscuitFrom the cookie jarI'm a total misfitIn the puzzle that's so farCareful not to crush meIn those hungry handsCareful not to rush meInto this fine romance
I stand under the weight of your wordsHoping you won't find meI'm terrified of everything I've heard,Don't swallow
I'm a damaged dollarThan no-one wants to changeI'm a bunch of flowersThat need to be arrangedCareful what you wish forCareful what you sayI've lowered all my armourRisking the pain again
I stand under the weight of your words.Hoping you won't find me.I'm terrified of everything I've heard,Don't swallow
I'm standing on the edge of your wordsThat is where you'll find meI'm paralysed by all the things that hurtBut I'm coming
I stand under the weight of your wordsHoping you won't find meI'm paralysed by all the things I heardDon't swallow
I'm standing on the edge of your wordsStanding on the edge of your wordsI'm paralysed by all the things that hurtBut I'm coming