No use trying to send flowers now
Telling myself you’ll change, you don’t
Bandaids over a broken heart
Tried all the medications
Lowered my expectations
Made every justification
Bleeding out, bleeding out, bleeding out slow
Bandaids over a broken heart
On the bright side
We had good times
Never faked our pictures
We were perfect
Til we weren’t
Now we’ve got too many splinters
Got so used to you letting me down