"What colour is my heart?" she sings,
And as her voice soaks into me,
I feel you slink and coil yourself around my heart.
At first it felt like you were meant to be there,
But the longer her set goes on
The harder you squeeze.
"What colour is my heart?" she sings.
I know the answer.
My heart is black and blue,
Thanks to you.

I don't know whether
I am attracted to clowns,
Or whether I myself am the clown.
Either way,
Clearly I am a joke.
And I hope breaking me
Was as enjoyable as you hoped.

You stabbed me repeatedly,
But when I finally walked away,
You were the one to cry betrayal.

And each promise you made to me
Was a paper flower,
Floating down the stream
That flowed from your mouth,
Disintegrating before it got to your hands
Never to reach me.

Your ghost is right behind me,
Traipsing just close enough that
If I trip you will be upon me.
Suffocating me once again.

I have to keep moving.
Because I can feel you behind me,
And if I stop, you'll catch me.
And that would destroy us both.

You said that I deserved better and that you would try harder,
But you did nothing and then told me how lucky i was.

You said you were sorry,
But you did the same things over and over again.

You said I was your priority,
But put her feelings before mine every time.

Train tracks that cross always end in disaster.
That's why we were a trainwreck.