I tend to think you're only temporary
Whenever I'm okay that's the routine
But even if your company is momentary
I suppose it's better than the other extreme
‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve
And I've got a broken sewing machine
I tend to fall down a flight of stairs
In the same fashion that a lover falls
One moment alone and free of cares
The next just bruised and covered in gauze
‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve
And I've got a broken sewing machine
We’ve got a lot of history not forgotten
I wish that you could have felt what I did
I wish a lot of things when I get excited
And lately I've wished for a lot of things
‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve
And I’ve got a broken sewing machine