If I could write somewhere between integrity and chic obscene
You might find me interesting, and I might not see everything I sing
As so dull and stale, and predictably cheap
If I could just age happily, ignore the thread that pulls in me
I could get drunk socially without chasing the point of collapsing
I could be fun and so far from the brink
But it's not me. It's just not me
Is there no repair, no rewiring this broken machine
If I could just be brave and true, take my stand against abuse
Argue for my point of view, I might not hate myself the way I do
I might feel strong and worthy of you
If I could just say honestly, without feeling naked and weak
I love you for who you are to me
My friends my feel more like my family, and my family might feel closer to me
But it's not me. It's just not me
Is there no repair, no rewiring this broken machine
Is there no repair, no retiring this broken machine