Some things are made to be broken Some things are made to be kept We're in the space between what's over and what's left If I tried too hard to keep you I did it so I could reach you I had to re-arrange the only things that worked for me Part of this happened slowly and part of it overnight What happens when everything you want never arrives? Some things are made to be broken There's a face in here from the past It's and ocean under the glass I hang it up on the wall and never look back Little scar shaped souvenirs Are the only witnesses here To a faded alibi that used to be mine It used to be mine