Hotel Books - Broke Love

We’ll make loneliness into love when we’re bored
And find the right emotional principle to cut like a sword
Over the words of a past me whispering
Love was the destination, but we would settle for some sympathy
Turning myself into my own lord
And then finding my own spinal cord
It’s finally safe to throw our bones back into the sea
So we can forget what it means to have bodies
When pursuing sanity just feels like some sort of couples' therapy
For these dual personalities bleeding into my psyche
Just questioning the answers I give to those I see
And I was taught to never let someone take parts away
From who I am
But there are parts that sometimes make me wanna hurt myself
So what am I supposed to do with them?
Your heart is on fire when you water down your words
You started much higher before you found the Lord
And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness
Objects of obsession in constant repetition
This cycle where we try to find reasons that we’re living
I’m a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you
Ashes look the same, whether they are your lover or
An object that you would rather face than dealing with your pain
Or the emotional strain that comes with tearing open the seams
Passionately neglecting anything but the emotional strength
We transform from being two souls
Searching for love in a bad dream
To just two strangers with shared memories
And sometimes, I found stability
While you kissed your soul goodbye
I know a song won’t do justice, but it’s all I have, so I’ll try
Your heart is on fire when you water down your words
You started much higher before you found the Lord
And you justify the way you hate yourself with forgiveness
Objects of obsession in constant repetition
This cycle where we try to find reasons that we’re living
I’m a product of the products I let into my heart before I loved you
Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend
We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead
Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend
We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead
Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend
We’ll collect another thirty years and bring you back from the dead
Take two years from my life and a couple from each friend
We’ll bring you back from the dead, you could see me again
You could see me again
And since you left, you hardly ever come up
And I’ll tell you there’s a part that I’ll never give up
You tell yourself that I could never find you
Well, you never found me
When love was such a vacant dream we’d scream
Never let someone take parts away from who I am
But there are parts that sometimes make me want to hurt myself
So what am I supposed to do with them?