Breaking Glass K CAMP

Paint is peeling
Collapsing ceiling
From underneath the fault lines, you can hear the red bricks screaming
Stovetop littered with pots and pans
Used up matches and empty cans
But

Don't don’t don't don't tell me I’m wrong
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
Don't don't don't don't tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel
This is how it feels to be alone

Impeccably dressed
Terrifically depressed
You can see how the river bends from halfway across the Bloomfield Bridge
Rough fingertips and a laurel on your chest
Threads unraveling from the collar of a sweater vеst
But

Don't don't don’t don’t tell me I'm wrong
This is how I feel
This is how I feel
Don’t don't don't don't tell mе I’m wrong
This is how I feel
This is how it feels to be alone