It never feels like autumn down here,
the trees are barely orange before they die.
You loved autumn though,
so I painted my sky in ways that'd make you
smile.

It made you a little sad, I know,
all the things we couldn't share together.
You loved to spend time with people,
so I painted our time together in a way that'd make you
feel warm.

I was never pretending,
my love was always sincere,
were you pretending all along
that loving me helped set you free?

They say hearts never break the same,
I believe that to be true.
Its not about the pattern the crack follows,
but the way you own a piece to fit your own.
How could our hearts break the same
when the pain we feel is so different?

How could our hearts break the same
when they were already broken to begin with.

Even if a little bruised,
I'll keep your piece of heart in a box.
I don't think I'll be returning it soon,
I hope you find one that fits you better.