Short post – – Because I am broken
21 pilots – Screen
I can’t see past my own nose, I’m seeing everything in slo-mo
Look out below crashing down to the ground just like a vertical locomotive
That’s a train, am I painting the picture that’s in my brain?
A train from the sky, locomotive, my motives are insane
My flow’s not great, okay, I conversate with people
Who know if I flow on a song I’ll get no radio play
While you’re doing fine, there’s some people and I
Who have a really tough time getting through this life
So excuse us while we sing to the sky.
We’re broken
We’re broken
We’re broken
We’re broken people, oh.
We’re broken people, oh.
(We’re broken
We’re broken
We’re broken
We’re broken people, oh.
We’re broken people, oh.)
I’m standing in front of you
I’m standing in front of you
I’m trying to be so cool
Everything together trying to be so cool
Are we all broken???
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. – Dr. Seuss
Simply, yes. We are all broken. Beautifully, messily broken. We need others in our life that fit to our jagged edges without too much pain.
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