maybe if we... drain all of the cotton

we could... go for one more time

and.. if we... scratch around the glass

we could... make another line

everything will be alright

as long as we keep it out of sight

and the conquorer worm

will never rise above dirt

but it doesn't hurt... just to flirt

it's just the start

of your bran-new broken heart

and all the toys

are choking on their parts

it's just the start

of your bran-new broken heart

as you drool in the dark

it's all just a part

of your bran-new broken heart

bran-new broken heart