The eyes take notes and the body collects
You're the ghost, you're a comet of the opposite sex
You're a white star, fast car, fucking user-friendly god
I was where you belong
You're a don't-know-what-you-got-'til-it's-gone
We take the one we think we deserve
Slowly try to make it all work
Hurting you the way I was hurt
And every time we waste it falls apart
I'm busy outlining the shape of your heart
To try to make this work of art
Shame shame like a warm bath blame
As I try to untie the rope or loosen the strain
Breathe deeper, heart keeper
What have we done
I was where you belong
You're a don't-know-what-you-got-'til-it's-gone
We take the one we think we deserve
Slowly try to make it all work
Hurting you the way I was hurt
And every time we waste it falls apart
Busy outlining the shape of your heart
To try to make this work of art
How will I know
How will I know
We take the one we think we deserve
We slowly try to make it all work
Hurting you the way I was hurt
And every time we waste it falls apart
Busy outlining the shape of your heart
To try to make this work of art
We think we deserve
We make it all work
The way I was hurt
The shape of your heart
The shape of your heart
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