[Lyric] Fallen Angles Broken Mirrors (life less fun)

Broken homes and worn out tones
That you sing to yourself alone

Head held high up in the sky
It wasn't your fault you couldn't see the ground

And I know it's hard to be out liminal space so just incase take my number
Call me any time you like at

"And what do you want to be now that you're free of what has held you?"

Shit, shit, shit
I'm such a dick
So?
Live with it

Broken bones and worn out clothes you go to bed alone with
Hopes held high wasn't your fault when they hit the ground

And I know it's hard to be out liminal space so just incase take my number
Call me any time you like at 817-223-sick sick sick
And I've been thinking about how to leave town
And I've been trying hard but I feel