your wounding actions was a whole book to me
and that hurts me
i fell in love with the wrong person
and that hurts me
i stayed with someone who wasn't good for me, but i was too blinded by love to try and leave
and that hurts me.

i was just the tag on your shoe
and i liked being that
i was just the germs in your flu
and i liked being that
i was just the chip on your tooth
and i liked being that
i was just the me to your you
and i liked being that

for someone who doesn't want to lose me you act like you don't want to keep me
you left me for someone else
i think that tells me enough

all my stress
my shortness of breath
there's not one day i don't think about you
you are my flu

it's the start of september
the promises we've made
but clearly you never wanted to keep them, it breaks
why should i go through this vain?
now my soul is in the arms of someone else when it rains