The Kooks - Broken Lyrics

Ripping lines
Sinking
Why am I high
Thinking I'm giving signs
To ya
Do ya
Listen through a mood I'm broken
Speak in tongue I don't respect you
When you fail to say what you meant to
Get it straight you're so damn mental
Worlds depend on your instrumental words
What's your purpose save my world 'cause I'm hurting
And I know what it means to cry from nerves
I'm dying to learn what a high can tell me
You're not helping
Melting into cynic vibes
See through my prism eyes how colorful they cry
Uncovering lies
That strangulate hearts
And expose my shallow mind as merely shadows in the dark
Okay it's art
Ill paint the world as I like it
Let the tidal waves of ego come rushing out my psyche
Let it sweep me off my image
A transcendental man
With a mystical beginning
Not beholden to a plan
I'm broken
I'm broken
Your energy my epitome
I fix on a scene lifted from a dream
I'm liftoffing can't stop this thing
So sick from being what I think is a needed truth
But a lie can use a disguise and move in the guise of doing you right
Confusing elusive useless eyes I'm losing a mind
Don't ask me why I'm f*cked
Stuck
Sitting with my luck
My vision is a violin with strings I can only pluck
If you had heard
The song that I'm convinced you sung
You'd become empty like the inside of my drum
Da da de dum
Yum
How sweet has it become?
My memories are dripping with the sting of what you've done
And how is living pain when you've made it none?
Emptied of every reason there's no doing when you're done
I cannot run from idealized you
How can I take one and realize two?
How can I become free of my moods?
Show me who I am so I know how I should move
I'm new
I'm new
I lubricate tomorrow with an oily psychic stream
As I ruminate on sorrow ripping joy out of my dreams
My conclusions stir up horrors steady boiling into steam
Moving the breaking motor of a poisonous machine
Thick fumes and stale aromas of spoiled premises
Intrude and make me choke and have me coiling as I breathe
Destroying certainty
It's so pointless to believe in choices
It's a scheme to be voiceless when you leave
And I'm annoyed with all your signs and pseudo signals from your mind
I'm Just boy with a line in my hand tethered to your spine
And I can't get you off my mind
'Cause I am desperate by design
I'm always leveled by your eyes
You're so damn measured when I cry
If I could help myself I'd pause
And restrain my scattered thoughts
But I'm so passionately lost in all the habits that I got
And I will salvage what I've fought for
Don't think that I can't change
Next time you see me I'll be the image in my brain
I'm broken
I'm new
I'm broken
I'm new
I'm broken
I'm new
I'm broken
I'm new