Tell me I'm broken

Tell me that it's too late to glue all the pieces back together

Like a shit mosaic we made when there was nothing better to do

My body is a vinyl that no one's played in years

Scratched and distorted but the music is still the same just heard by different ears

If my body is a temple in which my mind is the God of it's intention

Then I must surely be an athiest 

A hypocrite in the form of two halves of a brain

One the sinner and one the saint 

Because perfect I surely ain't but I excuse my own righteousness because fuck me,

Literally and metaphorically, i'm human and my god how it hurts