It hardly really matters
What I used to think
I've lost that sense of balance
The thoughts keep opening up
To how I used to see you
Before I proved a fool
I can still feel your hand in mine


I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you


It's not your imagination
The hidden melody
Beneath the pretty surface
All bruised and injury
Encoded for protection
From polite society
Have you never let yourself fall apart


I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you
I prepared my heart for you


ending here so soft and cruel

worthless love
worthless love