I pick you up at eight,nand tell you how great you look.nYou self-deprecate, remind me how you made the first move.nSarcasm guides all exchanges and thats ok.n'Cause this is a challenge in wordplay.nTurns me on, God, in the worst way.nIts all i can say.nYou're broken.nYou're broken.nYou're broken.nYou're broken.nsome sick twist of fate, rung outs turned inmatesncaught in this town for younGet the hell out of here.nnLike love in the same way,nfleeting impassionate.nWe're distant and feirce,npush pointing our way through the chains, tears?nBut its just the alcohol and the ex's who jerk?n'Cause you'll be lost without the sex,nand cheep drinks indifference ??nI can only guess whats next.nThe games of this love?? cause we're broken.nWe're broken.nSome say twist of fate,