Lyrics Broken Picture Frame - Kaypo

He drowns the voice of fear and blame
In the bottom of his glass
As he reminisces of the past
Oh and how
Nothing ever mattered before
A mortgage and a credit score
Scribbled pages on his bedroom floor

And he searches inside to find
The things which might define him
Is it a broken world or is he to blame?
His weathered hands are shaking
A younger face berates him
From the inside of
A broken picture frame

He years for days when things were new
Oh life had a brighter hue
Now the days burn by like winfield blue
Oh and he
Played his cards and played them safe
Never truly new the stakes
Hearts for diamonds surely sealed his fate

And he searches inside to find
The things which might define him
Is it a broken world or is he to blame?
His weathered hands are shaking
A younger face berates him
From the inside of
A broken picture frame

He finally writes that song at last
Pours himself another glass
Maybe this will be his rise to fame
In his ballad about shame
And he calls it broken picture frame