Broken People

[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

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

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

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

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]