My heart is on my sleeve,
Wear it like a bruise or black eye.
My badge, for weakness,
Means that I believed,
Every single lie you said.
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates,
The pains I went through to avoid you.
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.
But there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the colors of the street signs...
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house.
She took me down and said:
'Boys like you are overrated. So save your breath.'
Loaded words and loaded friends,
Are loaded guns to our heads.
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates,
The pains I went through to avoid you.
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you.
But there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the colors of the street signs...
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house.
You want apologies,
Girl, you might hold your breath,
Until your breathing stops forever, forever.
The only thing you'll get,
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever.
And there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's....
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again.
With every breath I wish your body would be broken again, again.
And there's a light on....
With every breath I wish your body would be broken again, again.
With every breath I wish your body would be broken again, again.