| Every little heartache, every little mistake, and all the things I wish I never
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| said
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| When I was wasted, when I was chasing memories I mostly now forget
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| I traveled light with songs to sing
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| I flew all around the world, but couldn’t tell you where I’ve been
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| It was all the same and it was all a game
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| But now I don’t wanna play
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| So break my heart
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| Into a thousand parts
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| And let them go, bury my ghost
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| Down on the coast with an ocean view
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| Go on and break my heart
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| I know I wasn’t perfect, I know that I deserved it
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| Whn you finally got fed up with me
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| Always causing a big scen, straight out of a movie
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| Where I literally chase you down the street
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| Saying, «Baby, come back, was it really that bad? |
| Honey, this can’t be how it
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| ends»
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| As you’re jumping in a car to go do cocaine in a bar
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| And I hated that there was nothing I could do
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| A sorry attempt at really loving you
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| So I guess what I’m trying to say is
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| Maybe the problem wasn’t you
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| So break my heart
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| Into a thousand parts
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| And let them go, bury my ghost
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| Down on the coast with an ocean view
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| Go on and break my heart
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| But remember the good parts
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| That I still hold like silver and gold
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| Singing Hallelujah and stumbling home
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| Go on and break my heart
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| Go on and break my heart
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| I would have gone on fighting for the rest of my life
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| Too anxious to live, but too stubborn to die
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| Every little heartache, every little mistake, every crooked step along the way
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| I’ve carried them with me, the sharpest memories, but they’re getting softer
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| every day |