I like that you're broken. Broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool. I like that you're lonely. Lonely like me. I could be lonely with you. I met you late night. At a party. Some trust fund babies. Brooklyn loft. By the bathroom. You said let's talk. But my confidence is wearing off. These are my people. These are my friends. She grabbed my face and that's when she said..... I like that you're broken, broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool. I like that your lonely, lonely like me. I could be lonely with you. There's something tragic, but almost pure. I think I could love you, but I'm not sure. There's something wholesome, something sweet. Tucked in your eyes, that I'd like to meet. I like that you're broken. Broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool. I like that your Lonely. Lonely like me. I could be lonely with you. Life is not a love song that we like. We're all broken pieces floating by. Life is not a love song, we can try. To fix our broken pieces, one at! a time. I like that you're broken. Broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool. I like that your lonely. Lonely like me. I could be lonely with you. I like that you're broken. Broken like me. Maybe that makes me a fool. I like that you're lonely. Lonely like me. I could be lonely with you.