Float your boat in all your tears, plug the holes up with gum. Swallow a stone for every hidden sin, you've been playing with a loaded gun. Toss your friends out into the street, the dinner you made tastes like it's built out of wood. It took you all summer to mend your pretty dress and now your engine's smoking underneath the hood
This song deals with not only dreams not realized but brokenness that our lives often feel so full of. You have a favorite plate that slips from your grip and breaks into pieces on the floor. You have a pair of dear friends who's marriage comes to an end and you begin to navigate a new way to be friends on the other side of their divorce. You look in the mirror and you discover less hair or extra pounds showing. What do we do with these aspects of our life that are taking us to places we would rather not go? I don't know what you do but I am making music out of these broken dishes, a big tragically beautiful mosaic of all my brokenness.