Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Mystique is dead
Last year was bad
I let myself get
Sucked in by arithmetic
Felt great to strip
New waist to hip
I hate to admit
Just how much I paid for it
[Pre-Chorus]
Did I cry myself to sleep about that?
Cheat about that?
Rot teeth about that?
Did I sweat hours a week about that?
Compete about that?
Lose my freak about that?
Huh, all of the above
[Chorus]
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
[Verse 2]
I'm scared to quit
Loosen my grip
It's tough to admit
Just how much I get from it
[Pre-Chorus]
When I cry myself to sleep about that
Cheat about that
Get in too deep about that
When I sweat hours a week about that
Competе about that
Lettin' her treat mе like that
I think that it's love
[Chorus]
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight took all I had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
[Bridge]
Keep the faith (Broken glass)
Same mistakes (Broken glass)
Just a phase (Broken glass)
Just a phase
[Chorus]
I wanna punch the mirror
To make her see that this won't last
It might be months of bad luck
But what if it's just broken glass?
I spent my summer getting lost in math
Making weight takes all you had
Won't outrun her if you don't hit back
It's just broken glass
O utworze
Uznawany za głęboko wyznaniowy, „Broken Glass" to dziewiąty utwór z czwartego albumu studyjnego Lorde, Virgin. Bazując wyłącznie na tytule oraz biorąc pod uwagę autobiograficzne motywy, wokół których album próbuje się koncentrować, można przypuszczać, że utwór opowiada o nienawiści Lorde do własnego wizerunku - temacie, który przewija się przez całą jej dyskografię jako ukryty wątek.
