The Broken Remains

Sorry is just a lame excuse
That you were out again
Or too heavy with the juice
You try and fight a losing battle
But your falling down all the time
And your words are out of line
But we know you're circling
The hole that we are in
It's getting old
And your excuses don't hold

I don't want to talk anymore
Because every single time
The crack in the mirror
Gets bigger and bigger
The clouds you hide behind
Are seeping away between the lines
If it's wrong to fight my fight
Then don't ever let me be right

Well the broken parts of plastic
Still remain on the floor
And the televisions broken
And there's in knives in the door
In this broken home
It's like a funhouse in your mind
And it's eating me away
From the back of my mind
I don't want to start a battle
No determination to win a war
But your stumbling past me
When you walked through the door

I don't want to talk anymore
Because every single time
The crack in the mirror
Gets bigger and bigger
The clouds you hide behind
Are seeping away between the lines
If it's wrong to fight my fight
Then don't ever let me be right

Leave the broken remains
On the floor where they belong
There's no use in trying to fix something
When it's left with no feeling
Leave the broken remains
On the floor where they reside
As a little farewell present to her
Pictures of the love she couldn't hide

If it's wrong to fight my fight
Then don't ever let me be right