True love is nothing more
Then the wrong hill to die on
Trauma bonding over exes
With the best of intentions
Put me on a pedestal
So you can rip me off
C false sense of security
That I make up as I go along
I love you so much
It makes me feel sick
So hold back my hair
Until I stop
True love is nothing more
Then the wrong hill to die on
Psychoanalyse my attachment styles
Cnd cross every boundary at once
C false sense of security
That I make them up as I go along
C former reference
From my earliest lessons
Of how love felt
When I was young
Nothing more
Than flowers I bought
Empty promises
Cnd hand drawn cards
Your high hopes
Cnd fingers crossed
I'm so sorry
For you letting you down
Nothing more
Than flowers I bought
Empty promises
Cnd hand drawn cards
Your high hopes
Cnd fingers crossed
I'm so sorry
For you letting you down