Wake me up on the broken floor
Foreign land that I’ve been before
Feels like home, but I’m all alone
Still don’t know what I’m crying for
Wake me up on on the broken floor
As cold as it’s ever been before
I’m wrapped up tight, but I’m not alright
A thousand keys and an unlocked door
Wake me up. I’m the broken floor.
That piece over there where you stood before
The one you’ll replace with (insert face)
The one that pulled through, when they wouldn’t do
The one that stayed strong and fought all along
The one that you broke. The one that you broke.
The one that you loved, and the one that loved you
may live through the battle, but will die in the war.
The Four Eleven 