Broke Myself

And don't you ever feel
Like what I do to you's your fault
I'm just tryna give my all
To you

If what we have is real
Then why do I always feel wrong?
Why am I writing this song
For you?

And I can rub the sand
Out from your eyes
And I can take his hands
Out from round your mind
I'd just like to see yours intertwined with mine
And I've got smoke on my fingertips
I broke myself beneath your lips

And my teeth are made of clouds
And my eyes are made of sounds
And when you hold me, I'm made of broken things
And when you told me, I said some unspoken things
I said some unspoken things, and I'm made of broken things

And I can rub the sand
Out from your eyes
And I can take his hands
Out from round your mind
And I'm made of broken things
I said some unspoken things
I'm made of broken things
I'm made of broken things
I'm made of broken things
I'm made of broken things