I hate the way
My old clothes feel on my skin
And my secondhand soul
That you halfway broke in
I hate the way
My old clothes feel on my skin
And my secondhand soul
That you halfway broke in
I've got cuts I don't recognize
Chipping nails in kitchen sinks
And I'm passing out with all the lights on
So tired of cooking up the same old thing
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down
I'll wear this heart where you can wear it down