Broken

How ironic it all seems because I remember you
 Telling me about other lovers
 Running out of words to say to each other
 And how beautiful you thought it was and I agreed
 That could never happen to you and me
 So here we sit in silence, searching our heads for common ground
 We've rehashed the past and beaten it down
 Left us with nothing, no present, no future
 I still read your letter and all that evil makes me sick
 But this is regimented pain and gives me the illusion
 That I have lived
 It gives me this illusion
 That I have lived, yeah
 It gives me this illusion
 That I have lived
 I was the one that pushed you off the pedestal I put you on
 And with my arms still outstretched I watched you fall
 And break apart like glass on the highway
 I realized my mistake a bit too late
 Because I'd never risk picking up the pieces
 Jesus, look at them all
 I'd never risk picking up all those goddamn pieces
 Because I lose control at the site of my own blood
 Yeah
 And I still read your letter, and all that bullshit makes me sick
 But this is regimented pain
 It gives me the illusion
 That I have lived
 It gives me this illusion
 That I have lived, yeah
 Gives me this illusion
 That I have lived
 I've lived, yeah