Breaking Glass

Paint is peeling collapsing ceiling
From underneath the fault lines
You can hear the red bricks screaming
Stovetop littered with pots and pans
Used up matches and empty cans but

Don't don’t don't don't tell me I’m wrong
This is how I feel this is how I feel
Don't don't don't don't tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel
This is how it feels to be alone
Impeccably dressed terrifically depressed
You can see how the river bends
From halfway across the Bloomfield Bridge
Rough fingertips and a laurel on your chest
Threads unraveling from the collar
Of a sweater vеst but

Don't don't don’t don’t tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel this is how I feel
Don’t don't don't don't tell mе I’m wrong
This is how I feel
This is how it feels to be alone

Dear friend
Please tell me that you know that you
Can do this on your own
This town's a railroad track and he's a
Bottle so take aim and throw
Let's hear some breaking glass
Breaking glass

Don't don't don't don't tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel this is how I feel
Don't don't don't don't tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel
This is how it feels to be alone