(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

Half past midnight,  4th of May
You wake me up with Stevie Ray
When I confront you with your sin
You take my hand and pull me in.

Filth and clutter, disarray
All I can think is “What would mother say?”

I straighten pictures on your wall
I organize your alcohol
I dust the back of your TV
Ignore your pleas to “let it be.”

Soap and water, elbow grease
I’m a slave to order, it’s a neat disease.

I’m broken
There’s a crack in my shell
From the words we’ve spoken
I know it’s hard to tell
But every time I hear your voice
Just above the city noise
A tiny sound I can’t ignore
I’m broken just a little bit more.

I sort your laundry in my sleep
It soothes me more than counting sheep
The socks all find their mates
The smell intoxicates
You can’t contaminate my dreams.

Bleach and powder, Spic and span
You’re sleeping late while I’m making plans

I’m broken
There’s a crack in my shell
From the words we’ve spoken
I know it’s hard to tell
But every time I hear your voice
Just above the city noise
A tiny sound I can’t ignore
I’m broken just a little bit more.

I’m broken
There’s a crack in my shell
From the words we’ve spoken
I know it’s hard to tell
But every time I hear your voice
Just above the city noise
A tiny sound I can’t ignore
I’m broken just a little bit more.