Polish the Broken Glass - Matt Pryor

She said, «Love, I don’t love you

I’ll tell you what you do

Get yourself a mirror

The glass won’t lie to you

Look into the mirror

I’ll tell you what you’ll see

Unhappy is the only happy that you’ll ever be»

Bottom of a bottle

Handful of the pills

No good letters for me

Just a basket full of bills

Would it kill you to put pen to paper

I’ve written a score

Unhappy is the only happy with me anymore

The fence has finally fallen

And the garden’s overgrown

I may still have the papers

But this house is not a home

I should burn it down and see if any living thing could grow

Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever know

She said, «Love, I don’t love you»

The words are still the same

Cannot trust my mind

But I see colors in your name

Without you in my arms, I’ll never be complete

Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever beShe said, «Love, I don’t love you

I’ll tell you what you do

Get yourself a mirror

The glass won’t lie to you

Look into the mirror

I’ll tell you what you’ll see

Unhappy is the only happy that you’ll ever be»

Bottom of a bottle

Handful of the pills

No good letters for me

Just a basket full of bills

Would it kill you to put pen to paper

I’ve written a score

Unhappy is the only happy with me anymore

The fence has finally fallen

And the garden’s overgrown

I may still have the papers

But this house is not a home

I should burn it down and see if any living thing could grow

Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever know

She said, «Love, I don’t love you»

The words are still the same

Cannot trust my mind

But I see colors in your name

Without you in my arms, I’ll never be complete

Unhappy is the only happy that I’ll ever be