Was it something you didn't say
Or something you did?
Was it something to small to address
Or something too big?
You left Sevilla on a 7: 30 train
And though I wished it would
The sky couldn't rain
And it's funny how
There are so many people out
But nobody fades me like you do
So we might make it through
But baby, I'm bruised
So I turn to look at you, but I find that you're already staring
With your sorry eyes,
they mean to say that it's not like you planned it
It was nothing, nothing, nothing, you swear to it
And slide the rope from your wrists like some practiced escape artist
Now I'm left on your bed, just toeing the line
Between holding the girl in front of me
And guarding my pride
Or saying nothing, nothing, nothing, until
You ask me to forgive you cause you know that I will
And it's funny how
There are so many people out
But nobody fades me like you do
So we might make it through
But baby, I'm bruised
Tell me what
What do you want
If these hands, these arms, this chest
Ain't enough
Tell me what
What do you want
If these hands, these arms, this chest
Ain't enough
And I'm bruised
Baby, I'm bruised
(Oh, hey, baby I'm, baby I'm bruised)
I'm gonna find someone who fades me like you do
I'm gonna find someone who treats me better than you
I'm gonna find someone and then maybe
I won't be so bruised, bruised, bruised

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