Broken

grunge, dirty female vocal, seattle grunge

(Chorus)
Oh, you think I'm broken?
That I need your steady hand?
I'm breathing in the apathy
You'll never understand
This nihilism's cozy
It's a blanket, thick and black
So go ahead and judge me
I won't ever judge you back
I'm just too busy floating
In this lovely, empty space
While you're running circles
In your meaningless, sad race

(Verse 2)
You ask me what I live for
What I "really" feel inside
As if "meaning" is a product
That you bought and I just hide
You want a simple answer
A wound that you can heal
Make me your little project
Make your savior-fantasy real
But I don't want your saving
Don't want your shallow "truth"
I'm not your tragic story
I'm not your wasted youth

(Bridge)
It's not a cry for help
It's not a silent plea
It's just the final echo
Of what you wanted me to be
I found a different freedom
In knowing nothing lasts
No gods, no rules, no future
Just a graveyard of the past
And it's so quiet here
In the center of the void
I watch you build your idols
Just to see them all destroyed

(Outro)
Run your race.
Go on, run.
Pat yourself on the back.
Tell yourself you tried.
I'll be right here.
Smoking in the static.
Yeah.

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(Verse 1) Static in my headphones Coffee stains on vinyl You're watching me like I'm a test To see if I'm unstable You like your girls in boxes Pink and clean and smiling I'm just a pile of ashes You're digging through, compiling Your theories on my "damage" Your armchair diagnosis I'm just a glitch, a virus In your field of perfect roses (Chorus) Oh, you think I'm broken? That I need your steady hand? I'm breathing in the apathy You'll never understand This nihilism's cozy It's a blanket, thick and black So go ahead and judge me I won't ever judge you back I'm just too busy floating In this lovely, empty space While you're running circles In your meaningless, sad race (Verse 2) You ask me what I live for What I "really" feel inside As if "meaning" is a product That you bought and I just hide You want a simple answer A wound that you can heal Make me your little project Make your savior-fantasy real But I don't want your saving Don't want your shallow "truth" I'm not your tragic story I'm not your wasted youth (Chorus) Oh, you think I'm broken? That I need your steady hand? I'm breathing in the apathy You'll never understand This nihilism's cozy It's a blanket, thick and black So go ahead and judge me I won't ever judge you back I'm just too busy floating In this lovely, empty space While you're running circles In your meaningless, sad race (Bridge) It's not a cry for help It's not a silent plea It's just the final echo Of what you wanted me to be I found a different freedom In knowing nothing lasts No gods, no rules, no future Just a graveyard of the past And it's so quiet here In the center of the void I watch you build your idols Just to see them all destroyed (Chorus) Oh, you think I'm broken? That I need your steady hand? I'm breathing in the apathy You'll never understand This nihilism's cozy It's a blanket, thick and black So go ahead and judge me I won't ever judge you back I'm just too busy floating In this lovely, empty space While you're running circles In your meaningless, sad race (Outro) Run your race. Go on, run. Pat yourself on the back. Tell yourself you tried. I'll be right here. Smoking in the static. Yeah.

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