So unaffectionate, so insecure
You claim to know a thing or two about heartache
And what it's like to have your insides torn out
And I believe you
you, I see it every time your
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eyes in pain
I know what it's like when memories make you wince
And love letters letter read like obituaries
And photo albums are the books of the dead
I need no reminders, no more reminders
I'll forget the past and lay it to rest

If I had my way
way, I'd cut the
The calluses off your, of your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum
Cauterize those wounds with
Every every kiss I could give to you
I'm holding your heart in my hand hands
The reason it still beats

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Love kills, romance is dead
And and I don't even trust myself
But I love you
And and you can pull my wings apart
And pin me down under glass
Until until the end of days if
If it can help you
Discover discover that we share the same pain
I just hope you write your thesis before
Before yourYour subject is dead
No dead, no life after death

If I had my way, I'd cut
The calluses off your, of your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum
Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you
I'm holding your heart in my hands
The reason it still beats

If I had my way, I'd cut
The calluses off your, of your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum
Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you
I'm holding your heart in my hands
The reason it still beats