Burton St.

Two, three
I'm not broken without you
Broken without you, I'm not
I'm not broken without you
I'm not

I wish I never knew the feelin' of ignoring all your calls
'Cause I'd start shaking at the knees and then my lunch starts comin' up
I wish I couldn't recognize your cheap department store cologne
'Cause anytime somebody smiles like you, it gives me vertigo
Then I, I'm too scared to close my eyes

'Cause then I'm back in your apartment, and I'm crying in the bathroom
Don't know how you had convinced me I'd have nothing left without you
And I wish you would apologize, but it's better if you don't
'Cause I can hate you from a distance, I can learn to let you go
In time, I'll say that I moved on, and not be lyin'

Oh my God
Just because you broke me doesn't mean life stopped
I'm not broken without you, broken without you, I'm not
(I'm not broken without you, I'm not)

Oh, my God
I don't want you thinkin' I'm something I'm not
I'm not broken about you, broken about you, I'm not
(I'm not broken without you, I'm not)

In another universe, there was no you and me together
Wouldn't let my world get caught up in your emotional shredder
'Cause your hatred for yourself was like a goddamn super-spreader
But at least I'm not the one who has to live with that forever
I almost let it kill me just to sympathize

Oh, my God
Just because you broke me doesn't mean life stopped
I'm not broken without you, broken without you, I'm not
(I'm not broken without you, I'm not)

Oh, my God
I don't want you thinking I'm something I'm not
I'm not broken about you, broken about you, I'm not
(I'm not broken without you, I'm not)

I'm not the girl you knew back then, won't wait around 'til 3:00 a.m.
No cigarettes, no drunken nights, no makeups after drunken fights
No color in her eyes for you, crying out my eyes for you
I tried, but I won't die for you, I'm cutting all my ties with you

Don't you try and make amends, well I don't want you as a friend
We're past the point of playing nice, there's nothing that can make it right
Your petty words don't mean a thing, I'm tired of this fevered dream
No crawling back on broken feet, I'm moving on from Burton Street
(From Burton Street)
(From Burton Street)
(Ah)

I'm not broken about you, I'm not
I'm not broken about you, I'm not (broken about)
I'm not broken about you, I'm not (I'm not)
I'm not broken about you, I'm not