Broken Things

Written by: Clay Young jr.

Broken Things When I am you, I’m not myself And to you, all I have are broken things But this view Limits you In black and white, my eyes aren’t blue When I am me, you aren’t yourself And my broken things aren’t good enough But when you see My victory In spite, you still look down on me Nothing’s ever really broken Except the promises we make Unfulfilled intent Itemless event Running into emptiness