It hardly even matters
What I used to think
I've lost that lost 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
A bruise and injury
Incoded 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