Broken

I’m broken__ and you can’t fix me

But we can hang out__ and we can do stuff

Go to museums__ and foreign movies

And recount stories that we read in the New Yorker

I’m broken__ no one can fix me

I’ve tried self-help groups__ and twelve-step meetings

I have a therapist__ and yoga teacher

My a-ccu-punc-tur-ist has also done his best___

(Chorus)

Oh, oh, I’m broken__  (She’s broke!)  No one can fix me  (Nu-uh!) __

You can try but I would think that you’ve got bigger fish to fry__

Oh, I’m broken__  (She’s broke!)  No, you can’t fix me  (Fucked-up!) __

But something tells me that you’re broken, too.

(Bridge.1)

All of my flower vases are chipped__

The edges of my mixing bowls_ are a little nicked

The paint job on my bicycle__ has rusted off

But I still ride it__ because I love it__ ‘cause it’s like meeeee – (broken)

My friends are broken__ at least the funny ones

They’re basket cases__ or alchoholics

They’re usually laughing__ when they’re not crying

If they weren’t broken then they might not be so fun

(Bridge.2)

My shirts are missin’ buttons__ earrings missin’ stones__

My comfy queen-size bed__ is missin’ moans__

I’m trying to get my ducks__ in tidy little rows__

And I am better__ but I’m sill broken__ la, la-di-daaaaaaa (broken)

(She whispers)

I’m broken__ and you can’t fix me

But we can wonder__ what it would be like

To love each other__ and be forgiven

Like all those other healthy people out there do  -- Yee-hoo!

(Repeat Chorus- sing last line 2x)