Luke Christopher, Katie Melua - Broken People lyrics

Broken people get recycled
And get recycled, oh
Broken people get recycled and get recycled
My way home, wasn't the place I
Broken people get recycled
And get recycled, oh

Yeah, I keep having this dream
Would you just sit there underneath the tree?
Your momma is on drugs
Saying shit she don't mean
And you're begging to your father, please
Don't pack up and leave but he keeps saying
Baby it's not your fault, baby it's your moms
We shouldn't have had kids yet
It wasn't our time
And you keep screaming, bullshit
He just turns around
Take your hands to your face
And your knees to the ground
Growing up without a father and
A mother who's a junkie pain in your eyes
Trying to hide that you love me
Tears running dry, so you lie to yourself
Like forever ever ever
I can hide from myself but, you're wrong
I think it's time you write a song
So here it goes

Tomorrow, tomorrow you're bringing me sorrow
Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow
Living in bottles and feeling on models
Girl I'm missing something that you've
Got a lot of i'm, feeling broken
And it's your time to smoke in baby girl
We should just start living
This life for ourselves for ourselves

Yeah, my life's now routine
Feel like that nigga on my
Old shit weren't even me it's fucking crazy
I know ships sail in the seas
And onboard is a holy treasure
No one has seen and I'll be sailing
I wish life was a little more patient
All my ex girls did a little less faking
I was about to call, started sweating alcohol
Cause, I knew i broke your heart
So my heart started racing
And that got me walking the streets
The street lights looking down like
Is you talking to me?
I'm just walking, i'm just walking
Is you stalking on me?
I'm just trying to get home
How hard can it be?
But like you fall from the tree you leave
It ain't about what it means to me
I'm just trying to write so
The piece could be
Otherwise I sail in the deep sea

Tomorrow, tomorrow you're bringing me sorrow
Do you have a pencil, a pen I could borrow
Living in bottles and feeling on models
Girl I'm missing something that you've
Got a lot of i'm, feeling broken
And it's your time to smoke in baby girl
We should just start living
This life for ourselves for ourselves