Open-eyed, he stares at the wall
Too scared to move at all
And his thoughts are askew
Pushing down, now passing through 
If it's true, then he must be wicked or broken

She changed her mind, her hair 
Got right somehow, somewhere
Rise from ash or rise from dust 
A storyline continuous 
If it's true, then she must be wicked or broken

I can't believe that it was me 
Swearing full on empty 
How did we conceive of such a place 
Where it's so hard to come out clean 
And where we blame it all on the fruit tree?

Now there's a ghost of a man hanging out 
Looking so sure of himself, this he shouts:
Sabotage is a friend 
Of the Devil on the mend
And it's true that you must be wicked or broken

I can't believe that it was me 
Swearing full on empty
How did we conceive of such a place
Where it's so hard to come out clean 
And where we blame it all on the fruit tree?

Wicked or Broken (Piano Version)

Open-eyed, he stares at the wall
Too scared to move at all
And his thoughts are askew
Pushing down, now passing through 
If it's true, then he must be wicked or broken 

She changed her mind, her hair 
Got right somehow, somewhere
Rise from ash or rise from dust 
A storyline continuous 
If it's true, then she must be wicked or broken 

I can't believe that it was me 
Swearing full on empty 
How did we conceive of such a place 
Where it's so hard to come out clean 
And where we blame it all on the fruit tree?

Now there's a ghost of a man hanging out 
Looking so sure of himself, this he shouts:
Sabotage is a friend 
Of the Devil on the mend
And it's true that you must be wicked or broken 

I can't believe that it was me 
Swearing full on empty
How did we conceive of such a place
Where it's so hard to come out clean 
And where we blame it all on the fruit tree?

Mitch Whitaker