Luke Christopher - Broken People lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
Broken people get recycled
And get recycled!
My way home
Wasn’t the place I
Broken people get recycled
And get recycled!
I was hoping people get recycled
And get recycled
Yeah, I keep having this dream
Would you just sit in 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 now, it wasn’t our time!”
And you keep screaming, “bullshit!”
He 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 you can hide from myself
But you’re wrong! I think it’s time you write a song!
So here it goes!
Chorus:
Tomorrow, tomorrow you’re bringing me sorrow
Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow?
Living in battles and feeling on models
Girl, I’m missing something that you 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..
Feel like that nigga on that old shit ain’t even me
It’s fucking crazy!
I know ship sail in the sees
I know on board is a holy treasure no one to see,
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, Chris, you’re 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 live.
It ain’t about what it means to me
I’m trying to write so the piece could be
Otherwise I sail in the deep sea!
 
Chorus:
Tomorrow, tomorrow you’re bringing me sorrow
Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow?
Living in battles and feeling on models
Girl, I’m missing something that you 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!
Tomorrow, tomorrow you’re bringing me sorrow
Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow?
Living in battles and feeling on models
Girl, I’m missing something that you 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!
