Broken toys

My son left home for six months  in September last year and I (finally!) found time to develop a hobby. Okay, I write this blog as a hobby, but I also started having weekly guitar lessons. I’ve been playing guitar since I was teenager and I’m mostly self taught, so it has been great to learn how to play properly.

I also did a creative writing course last year. And at the same time I went through (another) break-up and rediscovered Radiohead.

I wrote this song at the end of last year, inspired by broken love, Fake Plastic Trees, Tinder and stuff that went viral on the Internet. It’s the first song I’ve written since I was a teenager.

Broken Toys

She collects them in bulk online

Handsome men, best described

With the right words, perfect packaging

They take her to places she’s been

She falls in love with a picture

But they’re all broken inside, they’re all broken

The Snapchat girl knows what’s best

With her brightly-drawn boyfriend

She creates him with her own hand

He never disappoints her

She makes the world giddy

But she is still broken inside, she is broken

He dreams of his wedding day

But he know he’s dying this way

So he buys a Chinese doll

Takes a portrait for the world to know

He puts a diamond on her finger

But he is still broken inside, he is broken

She shares her music, her magic, her love

Her insides, her self, her soul

She makes mix tapes just for them

She shows every season within

She gives her heart to them, she gives her whole heart to him

Because she’s not broken inside, she is not broken

She alive, she’s real, she’s alive, she’s alive