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All the good boys get slowly broken
With hearts left unspoken
A shell of a man
And Iâm left to pick up the pieces
Of someone elseâs messes
The best I can
And itâs the same old story âshe adored me, oh how could I have known?â
âWell that sinking feeling doesnât mean you have to swim aloneâ¦why donât you take me home?â
Weâd be up late the night getting older
And heâs still on my shoulder
But I donât mind
Could you blame me for soothing and consoling
Him âtil early morning
Iâm just the loving kind
And itâs the same old story âshe adored me, oh how could I have known?â
âWell that sinking feeling doesnât mean you have to swim aloneâ¦why donât you take me home?â
Well if I saw her on the street Iâd say thanks for tossing a good man my way
Honey your loss is my gain
But it was a silly move to make, âcause bleeding hearts of the freshly unchained can only be temporary
And itâs the same old story he adored me until his ache was gone
Now that sinking feeling tells me Iâve been drowning all alongâ¦