Broken song

we could be so high profile
we could show up late for parties
we could wink across a crowded room
we could laugh about our silly plans

never have to hear another broken song
and never have to hear another broken song

we could paint the town by numbers
we could pick every flower in the field
we could have ice cream for breakfast
and have a grilled cheese on a cloudy day

never have to hear another broken song
never have to hear another broken song