I’m not the kind of guy who’s going to make a scene
You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me
There’s only so much time that you should wait for me
You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me
Take all your broken strings
I make mine for free
We’ve done this childish thing for too long, I see
It’s not that I don’t want to know about the things
You’re going to take away; you’re going to take away from me
But I believe that staying here’s a waste of time
You’ve got to break away. You’ve got to break away from me
You’ve got so many things
You don’t need me
Mine is the kind of knife
That won’t cut you free
I wonder why you want to sleep so light at night
Did you know I never forget to say you’re right?
Somebody said that you’re a fool to stand by me
You ought to break away. You ought to break away from me
I wonder if they know you like they think they do
Go on and break away. Go on and break away from me
Stitch up your sewing kits
I don’t think you see
What’s left in front of you
You can buy for free