My heart is on my sleeveWear it like a bruise or blackeyeMy badge, my witnessThat means that I believedEvery single
lie you said (and learned from the best)cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to
avoid youand every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate youBut there's a light on in chica
goand I know I should be homeall the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the pickup truckout in front of your nei
ghbor's houseShe took me down and said:'Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath.'Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our headsYou want apologies girl you might hold your breath until your breathing stops foreverThe only th
ing you'll get is this curse on your lips: I hope they taste of me foreverWith every breath I wish your body will be broken a
gain