LYRIC FOR SALE

By Scott Taylor

Left my ring on the dresser
Right next to your goodbye note
Coffee’s gone cold in the kitchen
Like every word you never spoke
There’s a dent in the wall by the doorway
From the night I swung at the air
I keep cursing the man in the mirror
But he just stands there and stares


I’m a broken man
With these busted plans
Staring at the pieces in my hands
Thought I had it all
Watched it slip like sand
Now I’m picking up the pieces
Of a broken man
(yeah, a broken man)


Your dress still hangs in the closet
Smells like rain and cheap perfume
I sleep on the edge of the mattress
Like I’m saving you half the room
All my friends say I oughta forget you
Hit some bar
Find a softer truth
But every jukebox sad song
Sounds like it’s singing you


I’m a broken man
With these busted plans
Staring at the pieces in my hands
Thought I had it all
Watched it slip like sand
Now I’m picking up the pieces
Of a broken man
(oh, a broken man)


Didn’t know how hard I’d fall
Till I watched you drive away
Now every mile of this small-town road
Just keeps spelling out your name


I’m a broken man
With these busted plans
Staring at the pieces in my hands
If I get you back
I’ll be your better man
Till then I’m picking up the pieces
Just a broken man
(yeah, I’m your broken man)
Broken man
Broken man
BROKEN MAN! OH WHOA!
I’m a broken man
With these busted plans
Staring at the pieces in my hands
If I get you back
I’ll be your better man
Till then I’m picking up the pieces
Just a broken man