True love is nothing more
Than the wrong hill to die on
Trauma bonding over exes, with the best of intentions
Put me on a pedestal
So you can rip me off
A false sense of security
That I make up as I go along
I love you so much, it makes me feel sick
So hold back my hair
Until I stop
Hey!
True love is nothing more
Than the wrong hill to die on
Psychoanalyse my attachment styles
And cross every boundary at once
A false sense of security
That I make them up as I go along
A former reference, from my earliest lessons
Of how love felt
When I was young
Nothing more
Than flowers I bought
Empty promises
And hand drawn cards
Your high hopes
And fingers crossed
I'm so sorry, for you letting you down
Nothing more
Than flowers I bought
Empty promises
And hand drawn cards
Your high hopes
And fingers crossed
I'm so sorry, for you letting you down
Hey!
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