When I was out in san marcos, a year ago today,
They probably would have put me in a home.
But I threw all my belongings into a garbage bag,
And out into the worldness I did roam.
My hopes lay shattered like a mirror on the floor,
I see myself and I look really... Scattered.

But I live my broken dreams
The wildest summer that I ever knew,
I had a flat tire down memory lane.
But I came back after five months and a half

And now I'm just trying to explain.
And now I'm here, and here I stand,
With a sweet angel holding my hand
I live my broken dreams.