Some things are made to be broken
 Some things are made to be kept
 We're in the space between
 What's over and what's left
 I tried too hard to keep it up
 I did it so I could reach you
 I had to rearrange
 The only things that worked for me
 There's a face in here from the past
 It's an ocean under the glass
 And I hang it up on the wall
 And never look back, never look back
 Part of it's sad and lonely
 Part of it's overhyped
 What happens when everything
 You want never arrives
 Little scar-shaped souvenirs
 Are the only witnesses here
 Of a faded alibi
 Used to be mine, used to be mine
 Some things are made to be
 Some things are made to be
 Broken, broken
 Some things are made to be
 There's a face in here from the past
 It's an ocean under the glass
 And I hang it up on the wall
 And never look back, I never look back
 Little scar-shaped souvenirs
 Are the only witnesses here
 Of a faded alibi
 Used to be mine, used to be mine, mine, mine