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.