I used to be a romantic,
Hearts drawn in the snow,
Old fashioned mix tapes burned to CD.
I used to be a lot of things.
Everyone I know is breaking up.
And I
Found the perfect man.
The man who'll do everything but
Draw hearts in the snow
And notice me like I exist.
No more valentine's songs,
The only noise left is the sound of
the inevitable truth
that he will give up on you at every opportunity.
Everyone I know is breaking up.
I'm only breaking apart.

















