Broken

©2008 Alex Nichols, Gunther Trout, Vancouver

I’m not like a piece of fine crystal

Fallen to the floor

I’m not like your old

Volvo ‘94

I’m not in pieces

Like some jig saw puzzle

I’m not broken like any of them

At all

I’m not like the cat you caress

I’m not like a stripper who’s just undressed

I’m not showing my age like wine

I’m just getting older on the vine

I’m not missing any screws

I’ve got all it takes

To be with you

If I was broken

You could buy a token

And take me to

The stars and back

But since you left me

And took the key

To my heart I guess

I could be broken

But I might be fine

Or I could be in pieces

All the time

All the time

I could be in pieces

Broken, broken, broken…