I’m back on my feet, dancing through the weed.

I’m over the rain clouds, blue skies all I see.

For years I’ve seen touch and grass and drinking happy nights of coke.

I’m letting go of all my toxic traits and holding on to hope.

This I’m not broken like I used to be.

I’m just somebody in a besties, built my brand new dancing, turning my broken hearted back.

Lovin' and high, safe and sound asleep.

There’s no creeping feeling crawling underneath.

In the sun, in the atmosphere, the girls and the song, too late at night.

Final breath in.

This I’m not broken like I used to be.

I’m just somebody in a besties, built my brand new dancing, turning my broken hearted back.

Sometimes I get sad, I delete fish, but no one laughs.

Built my brand new dancing, turning my broken hearted back.

My heartache is to make progress, to be someone I can live with.

But what if it’s the madness in the man that makes the music?

And we knew this would be fruitless.

All my greatest fears, the bullshit that I tell myself I’m good with.

And I’m not good anymore.

If I’m not broken like I used to be, we just kept fighting and arresting.

Built my brand new dancing, turning my broken hearted back.

Sometimes I get sad, I delete fish, but no one laughs.

Built my brand new dancing, turning my broken hearted back.

Turning my broken hearted back.

This I’m not broken like I used to be.