Some things are made to be broken
Some things are made to be kept
We're in the space between
What's over and what's left
If I tried too hard to keep you
I did it so I could reach you
I had to re-arrange
The only things that worked for me
There's a face in here from the past
It's an ocean under the glass
And I hang it up on the wall
And never look back
I never look back
Part of this happened slowly
And part of it overnight
What happens when everything you want never arrives?
Little scar shaped souveniers
Are the only witnesses here
Of a faded alibi
That used to be mine
It used to mine, mine, mine, mine
Some things are made to be...
Some things are made to be...
Broken
Broken
Some things are made to be...
There's a face in here from the past
It's an ocean under the glass
And I hang it up on the wall
And never look back
I never look back
Little scar shaped souvenirs
Are the only witnesses here
Of a faded alibi
That used to be mine
It used to be mine, mine, mine, mine