This Broken Song
by Brianna Lane 2003
Metaphors don’t come easily
With all this talk about this and that
I met a girl who said please talk to me
About this and not about that
I don’t settle for small talk in my darkest days
And you tell me this is just a phase
But this poet inside me has been here for years
Holding tight to all your fears
sell me a line and I won’t buy it
give me a dime and I’ll be gone before you know it
what will it take to come to an agreement
words don’t come cheap
words don’t come cheap
anymore anymore
we’re fighting this fight that we’ve always had
who is good and who is bad
you’ve given up words now you’re throwing stones
at me inside this broken song
sell me a line and I won’t buy it
give me a dime and I’ll be gone before you know it
what will it take to come to an agreement
words don’t come cheap
words don’t come cheap
anymore anymore
they’re telling us lies about this war we’re fighting
who are we, and why am I trying
to write a good song when all we need is silence