if it's not broken

i met a girl in her monday best
she wore a latte and a cigarette
she had a painted face and violet hair
armed with an ipod and a vacant stare

i asked her if she'd like to quit
she said it's her life so just live with it
i said one day you'd wish you'd listen
when it's too late and she said

if it ain't broken
don't fix it
if it ain't missing
don't find it
if it ain't open
don't break in
if it ain't spoken
don't say it

i saw her again in another life
she was someone's mother and someone's wife
i asked her if i could borrow a light
she said if you'd let me stay the night

i made up a lie
she started to cry
i said i could try to help
if she would tell me why

she said nothin's broken
so don't fix it
nothin's missing
so don't find it
if it's not open
don't break in
if it's not spoken
don't say it

i watch her go
and we both know
that there was something there
long ago

but we were young
and now we're old
and if we had once more chance
i'd tell her so

that if it ain't broken
don't break it
if it ain't missing
don't lose it
if it ain't open
don't leave it
if it ain't spoken
just scream it