Matthew Pryor taught me all about heartbreak he said I'll catch you on Holiday, but honestly I'd be better of dead than waiting around for a silly girl and her stupid phone call I wanted to shave my head, but the razor blades caught my heart instead I would never cause another a panic attack I would never twist the ones on a lovers back You said sorry I'm leaving I said sorry I'm heaving on you with a mouth like a hurricane baby I'm through with you I would never say such awful things to you
I would never crush you hard as to break you in two You said sorry I'm leaving I said sorry I'm heaving on you with a mouth like a hurricane baby I'm through with you I wish it were simple, to take the aces and split them accordingly Like some pair of shoes, you trade them in from reds to blues But it's not possible to find the girl your truly looking for If love were a metaphor you better search the decks and search the floors