Broken People

[Intro:Katie Melua] Broken people get recycled And get recycled, oh Broken people get recycled And get recycled My way home, wasn't the place I Broken people get recycled And get recycled, oh [Verse 1:Luke Christopher] Yeah, I keep having this dream Would you just sit there underneath the tree? Your momma is on drugs, saying shit she don't mean And you're begging to your father, please don't pack up and leave But he keeps saying Baby it's not your fault, baby it's your moms We shouldn't have had kids yet, it wasn't our time And you keep screaming, bullshit He just turns around Take your hands to your face, and your knees to the ground Growing up without a father and a mother who's a junkie Pain in your eyes, trying to hide that you love me Tears running dry, so you lie to yourself Like forever ever ever, I can hide from myself But you're wrong, I think it's time you write a song So here it goes [Chorus:Luke Christopher] Tomorrow, tomorrow you're bringing me sorrow Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow Living in bottles and feeling on models Girl I'm missing something that you've got a lot of I'm, feeling broken, and it's your time to smoke in Baby girl, we should just start living this life for ourselves For ourselves [Verse 2:Luke Christopher] Yeah, my life's now routine Feel like that nigga on my old shit weren't even me It's fucking crazy I know ships sail in the seas And onboard is a holy treasure no one has seen And I'll be sailing I wish life was a little more patient All my ex girls did a little less faking I was about to call, started sweating alcohol Cause I knew i broke your heart, so my heart started racing And that got me walking the streets The street lights looking down like, is you talking to me? I'm just walking, i'm just walking Is you stalking on me? I'm just trying to get home, how hard can it be? But like you fall from the tree you leave It ain't about what it means to me I'm just trying to write so the piece could be Otherwise I sail in the deep sea [Chorus:Luke Christopher] Tomorrow, tomorrow you're bringing me sorrow Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow Living in bottles and feeling on models Girl I'm missing something that you've got a lot of I'm, feeling broken, and it's your time to smoke in Baby girl, we should just start living this life for ourselves For ourselves x2