A broken heart is all that's left
I'm still fixing all the cracks
Lost a couple of pieces when
I carried it, carried it, carried it home
I'm afraid of all I am
My mind feels like a foreign land
Cyan's ringing inside my head
Please carry me, carry me, carry me home
I've spent all of the love I saved We were always a losing game
Small town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game