You're just a fever with a dragon's head, and you broke my heart like in a bad movie. You swore you'd take a bullet for me when you're the one who always held the gun. I'm afraid he will promise everything you did, and give me deja vu. Deja Entendu. One song we sang when we were in love and another became my favorite heartbreak lullaby; say goodbye. I hate you. If my memory came walking through the front door with flowers in his hands, I would crawl right back. Let you bruise my soul until it rang out blue and black. Kiss me on the sidewalk and give me a heart attack. Valentine lover has his hands on my face. My fingers are made of mornings and my heart is made of lace. Transparent, heart on sleeve, please just give me what I need, I'm vulnerable and I'm fluttering.