Looking at the world through the same old eyes
Add another minute to my wasted time
Given up writing songs for you

I bet my green eyes and skinny jeans
That you will leave me broken hearted and weak
Be delicate love you know i’m a fragile thing

Knowing nothings certain in this life
Wonder when it is that I will die?
Given up fighting wars for you


Fragile like a bomb not like a glass bowl
Handle with care or I might
explode Who knows?


Still looking for the pieces of my broken heart
It only really hurts when I try to laugh
I’ve given up righting wrongs for you