Broken
Leatherface Lyrics


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All I ever said was like
Fishing in my head
All the things I could've done
In the name of fun
What is this thing I could've done
With a loaded gun
While you were pissing
On my setting sun

If my hands broken
It's broken in two
If my minds open
It's not open to you
If my heads soaking
It's soaking in brew

All the things I did and said
Were they really that bad?
Sitting in my little home
Talking to ghosts
All the things I ever said
Was like fishing in my head




Things I wish I'd never done
Was not using that gun

Overall Meaning

The song "Broken" by Leatherface delves into the regrets and reflections of a troubled mind. The first stanza speaks to the idea of missed opportunities for excitement and adventure. The singer laments the things they could have done or experienced, but never did. The line "What is this thing I could've done with a loaded gun while you were pissing on my setting sun" stands out and suggests a feeling of hostility towards someone who obstructed their chance at happiness. The image of the person "pissing on their setting sun" paints a visual of a destructive force that they blame for the missed moments in their life.


The second half of the song takes an introspective turn, with the singer questioning whether their actions and words were as bad as they seem. They are tired of "talking to ghosts" in their "little home" and grappling with the things they could have done differently. The line "All the things I ever said was like fishing in my head / Things I wish I'd never done / Was not using that gun" portrays a sense of dissatisfaction, with the realization that words and actions cannot be taken back.


Overall, "Broken" speaks to the feeling of being stuck in a cycle of regret and the desire to break free from it. The use of vivid and emotive language in the lyrics accentuates the weight of the singer's reflections.


Line by Line Meaning

All I ever said was like
Everything I said was just empty words, without real meaning or intention


Fishing in my head
Trying to come up with something, anything to say or do, but struggling to find any inspiration or direction


All the things I could've done
Reflecting on missed opportunities, and all the things that could have been but never were


In the name of fun
Hindsight showing that many of the things I did do were purely out of boredom or desperation, and not for any real purpose or joy


What is this thing I could've done
Ruminating on what specific actions could have changed my life's course


With a loaded gun
Wondering if taking drastic or violent measures could have made a difference


While you were pissing
Feeling resentful or ignored while others were living freely and causing harm to oneself


On my setting sun
Others blinded me to the opportunities or abilities that I had to make something of myself


If my hands broken
Admitting that my own personal limitations have made me unable to achieve my potential


It's broken in two
Feeling like I am divided within myself


If my minds open
Acknowledging that I am capable of growth and change


It's not open to you
Realizing that not everyone understands me or is capable of connecting with me on a deep level


If my heads soaking
Admitting to drowning my sorrows and regrets in alcohol or other substances


It's soaking in brew
The specific drink of choice is alcohol, which is causing me to numb myself rather than face reality


All the things I did and said
Reflecting on past actions and words that I now regret


Were they really that bad?
Questioning whether my choices were truly terrible, or if my own self-doubt is overly harsh


Sitting in my little home
Feeling trapped and isolated in my own life, with no clear path forward


Talking to ghosts
Feeling like I am shouting into the void, or talking to people who are no longer around or who never truly existed


Things I wish I'd never done
Specifically ruing past choices that cannot be undone or rectified


Was not using that gun
Recognizing that even though I considered using violence, I am now grateful I didn't




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