My lost soul in toe and broken heart is your current work of art
I should be ashamed of this; I'm not
Now I'm reaching for another drink (that I don't need)
Cause I couldn't care less what you think (of me)
Each touch you gave me taught me right from wrong
So now I'll heal this hurt in my chest by writing lessons in this song
Just look at what we've been
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I guess my name repeated in your notebooks was just a hit list
I can openly, regretfully say that cupid's the only one who missed
and:
Your loyalty to me deceased as reliably as the sunrise
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