I like to think that i’m a pretty good kisser…I like to think I maybe broke a few hearts…but since I met you, i’m a victim of disaster…I like to think I got it down to an art.
So here’s where the problem starts…you’re shitting on my heart…oh I can’t take it again and again and again.

All I wanted from you was a night, maybe two…you beat me at my own game, no it’s not ok, i’m the one who’s missing out. All I needed to do was get just a taste of you…now i’m sick all in my head, you’ve poisoned me instead…trust me, trust me, I think i’ve got heartbreak down.

I like to wake and go to bed around whenever…I like to maybe come and go when I choose, but now i’m waiting for a text, call, whatever…what’s gotten into me, besides you?
You’re like a rush, you’re like a drug, it’s just the sight of you. I like to think that I could kick you but it’s what you do…when you wink at me, what’s the Lord think of me? For being so fucking weak, I find it hard for me to breathe.

So here’s where my story ends, i’ve got to make amends…I let me down again and again and again and again!