To the beat of a different [bad word] couple hundred miles [bad word] Until the open arms are closed
It’s all been building up I suppose

I’ve painted my sky with second hand stars
From all that I was told that was ours
Everything I believed was almost real

Cuz I don’t see a way around it
And I don’t see a way to fix it
I guess I’m kinda happy with it broken

Ashes have [bad word] what I breathe
Silence rains over my days
I’m tired of being the loose thread
I’m tired of being out of step

I’ve painted my sky with second hand stars
From all that I was told that was ours
Everything I believed was almost real

Cuz I don’t see a way around it
And I don’t see a way to fix it
I guess I’m kinda happy with it broken

For the last thing I can be sure
Endings have striking resemblance
Up until today wasn’t too late

But I don’t wanna fix it
I don’t wanna fix this
I’m happy with it broken

I’ve painted my sky with second hand stars
From all that I was told that was ours
Everything I believed was almost real

Cuz I don’t see a way around it
And I don’t see a way to fix it
I guess I’m kinda happy with it broken