Distraction will be the death of me oh
Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups
And I've been assuming that things are all working out
But this won't be the first time that I've been wrong about you
You're so smart
But my love just ain't enough
Maybe that's ok
I was thinking about fucking myself anyway
It's not like me to be so weak
You got me good, you cut me deep
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
Affectionately, you fucked me over
Depression is the devil on my shoulder
That I can't suppress and I feel the desperation
No longer recognize the face that's staring back at me
Are you sure that it can't be like before?
Every thing that you said went over my head
I missed the whole point again
It's not like me to be so weak
You got me good, you cut me deep
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
Apologies, apologies
They just don't work, she walks away
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
You got me, you got me good
And you cut me, you cut me deep
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
It's not like me to be so weak
You got me good
You cut me deep
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
Apologies, apologies
They just don't work, she walks away
It's honestly, probably
The heartbreak of the century
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