Broken sing and play along

I like that you're broken, broken like me.

Maybe that makes me a fool.

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.

I could be lonely with you.

I met you late night at a party,

some trust fund baby's but Brooklyn loft.

There's By the bathroom, you said,

"Let's talk," tucked but my confidence is wearing off.

Well, these aren't my people, these aren't my friends.

She grabbed my face and that's when she said:

I like that you're broken, broken like me.

Maybe that makes me a fool.

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.

I could be lonely with you.

There's something trag ic, but almost pure.

Think I could love you, but I'm not sure.

There's something wholesome, there's something sweet tucked in your eyes fi that I'd love to meet.

Well, these aren't my people, these aren't my friends.

She grabbed my face and that's when she said:

I like that you're broken, broken like me.

Maybe that makes me a fool.

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.

I could be lonely with you.

There's something tragWell, life is not a love song that we like.

We're all broken pieces floating by.

Life is not a love song,

we can try to fix our broken pieces one at a time.

I like that you're broken, broken like me.

Maybe that makes me a fool.

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.

I could be lonely with you.

I like that you're broken, broken like me.

Maybe that makes me a fool.

I like that you're lonely, lonely like me.

I could be lonely with you.

I like