broken

All the Queen’s horses and all the Queen’s men
Can’t put my heart back
Together again

Forever on the mend
This nuisance within
My chest

If it’s all for the worse
Then what is for the best?

Those pretty little things I swallowed
Are becoming impossible to digest

The tables keep turning till I’m left
With nothing but stains on carpet
That I don’t own, only rent

A room at the outskirts of town
So nobody will hear you scream,
Noone will see you frown

I fell straight through down
Beyond the earth, beyond the ground,
Past being hurt

And achy is this heart, I pretended
To leave it on the orange and red
Plastic seats of the train now

It’s in the lost and found

I don’t want it anymore

Because no matter how hard we try
to get it fixed

It is broken

Not even all the Queen’s horses or
Her men could begin to put it
Back together again

And again until we reach the end