featuring Matt Logan on the cello. Recorded at Atlantic Sound Studio, engineered by Diko Shoturma. Produced by Stefko and Diko Shoturma

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That constant sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when someone you care about treats you like shit, and you not being able to understand one bit of it. So you get angry, and confused, and on and on and on....

This is the silence we break with our bones
This place is a house, but it ain't no home
And your just somebody that I used to know from before

So drink yourself numb on the Upper West Side
With all of the phonies who cling to your side
Don't you wish you were sleeping in Brooklyn tonite

How does it feel, to be one more broken piece?
Of a rhyme that I can't complete

She broke me down more than I can admit
I still lie awake at night dealing with it
The pills and the alcohol can't make my brain sit still

Bright lights and traffic just lull me to sleep
Despite being caught in a valium dream
Trying to kill all the ugly thoughts that I keep

How does it feel, to be one more broken piece?
Of a rhyme that I can't complete

So call off your armies and throw down your guns
I want to talk, but not if you run
When the first words out of my mouth are, 'You were wrong'

How does it feel, to be one more broken piece?
Of a rhyme that I can't complete
No one here really cares about me
I'd much rather just be asleep