Talk show loopholes Sleeping in someone else's bed Chain smoked, rain soaked If looks could kill you I'd be dead He said it's too late to start all over And I wouldn't know How it feels to need some closure Your words stuck in my throat And now I'm wide awake I've fallen on the inside I'll sink without a trace We are the broken Stone cold halo With a different tune to sin Dress codes exposed Maybe ill shed these token wings She said that loves just a hangover That I couldn't know Just by drinking myself sober Your words stuck in my throat I never said enough I never said I had a doubt What doesn't amount to much We are the broken As if it never was Nothing new to talk about Welcome to the club We are the broken