Broken from Godspeed by Jonah Hirst

All of my prayers, they dissipate
Unheard by a god of fiction
And I cannot shake this paralysis
Or my addiction

I was a lead weight in the morning
My hands trembled well after midnight
'Til I unclenched my fists and my hardened brow
And ceased to fight

Mother, mother, mother, forgive me
For I can hardly forgive myself
I will leave it broken for everyone to see
And I will place it back upon the shelf
I will leave it broken, I will leave it broken
I will leave it broken, broken

So, I changed the strings on my ukulele
I changed the laces on my shoes
Though it won't repair these worn-out heart strings
It'll help to cure the blues
It'll help the cure the blues
It'll help to cure the blues, yeah

Mother, mother, mother, forgive me
For I can hardly forgive myself
I will leave it broken for everyone to see
And I will place it back upon the shelf
I will leave it broken, I will leave it broken
I will leave it broken, broken

We drank from capless jars
And we claimed the world as ours
We watched as all the stars
Exploded at our fingertips
Don't mistake for desperation
Quiet sighs of liberation
We have reached our destination now
And we've begun again

So, mother, if you can, forgive me
For I've already forgiven myself
I will leave it broken for everyone to see
And I will place it back upon the shelf
I will leave it broken, I will leave it broken,
I will leave it broken
I will leave it broken, I will leave it broken,
I will leave it broken, broken

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk pop
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Ithaca