Was in the middle of the night I called Anita, soaked in tears And there I was at her bar But this time even whiskey can’t fix me anymore ‘Cause I met a boy who doesn’t have everything But made me feel like a little girl with his stupid jokes Every time I feel like staying I push him away in all the cruelest ways My assumptions and I Look at what we’ve done I’m broken I’m broken Was in the middle of the night For the first time, we were sleeping back to back I wanted to turn around But maybe this way He will leave before more damage is done But I hope he knows How it kills me every time he says ‘What did I do wrong’ How do I try to explain Not relying is not having risk at all But I want to love again I’m trying I don’t want to stay broken I don’t want to stay broken