Wes - The Giving Tree lyrics

[Verse 1: Closed Heart Surgery] Oh you, not you, no way, not again Can't trust you love you not like I did Confused little kid on the inside, right? Bruised up past, it's a hard knock life Alright, I'll give you this one chance Step light on a floor that's got broken gla** See a shard in your heel, How does that feel? Must sting and burn to know what's real You can throw four letters at me all you like It won't change what's wrong from what's right The past few weeks were nice, I won't lie These branches have thorns and they're hard to climb I need to stay here at the bottom with my friends You're reckless, selfish, admit what you did There's plenty out there that'll spell it correctly Today I leave you unlike the day you left me [Hook: Closed Heart Surgery] Go on, move on, there's another one and another one and another one Give me one reason I should stop breathing for this one No, not for this one [Hook: Wes] Go on, move on, there's another one and another one and another one Give me one reason I should stop breathing for this one No, not for this one [Verse 2: Wes] There's another one and you make it so hard My reason for breathing in sixteen bars With your hand bag heart, that's Louis Vuitton leather I tried to get inside but the rain was much better Pulled the weeds, planted seeds, thinking this would grow But I'm done playing that Johnny Appleseed role And to be honest, it was hard to give up Lies before trust, love between lust, that's us And we both know that it was hard letting go Even from afar I can see you can't stay afloat You're my favorite joke and the punchline k**s You know the one about not knowing how true love feels? If it's dog eat dog, I'll stick with kibbles and bits Cause I never really liked the taste of straight up b**h You're falling with no rescue now You can cry me a river I hope your dumb a** drowns [Hook: Closed Heart Surgery] [Hook: Wes] [Verse 3: Closed Heart Surgery] Social bu*terfly pumping up so high Flapping gums and lungs just to get by Step up on a soap box, megaphone grip Heart locked to a chain, hangin' from her neck That kind of bling can stay in videos On movie screens and fictional dreams Not everything is always how it seems That's true about you and that's true about me [Hook: Closed Heart Surgery] [Hook: Wes]