Before you break my heart
I'll run down my checklist:
Few lies and fewer casualties
An aching awareness that
I've taught myself well
Few lies and fewer casualties
Thoughts running on a late night
Like an empty train at five
I know how to handle pain
Been fond of this trait
But no one knows i'm here
Sitting in a room alone at three
Heartache maturing like old wine
Relishing the taste knowing well enough
That hearts can break in late afternoons too
Curtains closing on memories
Like the sun that is setting
A cruelly disguised nostalgic drive
On empty streets & neon lights
The romantic glamour is melting
I don't feel sore but i think
Passing moments leave impressions
A bruise that is nearly healed
It's time to sleep not suffocate
Before my heart breaks
So when you break my heart
Give me time to see my checklist:
Few lies and fewer casualties
