"Breaking Hearts Is My Hobby," Said She

You’re like a gray sky morning
You’re woken up to and you’re greeted with a smile
But you hide the clouds that threaten the day
And when they show up you turn away
And they rain on everyone’s parade
But you have your back turned on the sun and you say

We’ll cover our scars and lick our wounds
And when the knife comes around again
We’ll be there waiting with our hands on tunes
Because pens and songs are stronger than swords
So we’ll see who wins this little fight
We’ll soon know who’s wrong and right
You draw your blade and attack online
And I’ll write your bane in ink and in the sky

You’re like the year without a summer
A promise of something never to come
Keep everyone inside when you come around
You freeze over lakes and sow lies in the ground
Similes aside you’re really cold tonight
And I wish I was still the one to burn you up inside
But I’m not so I’ll scream in the night

We’ll cover our scars and lick our wounds
And when the knife comes around again
We’ll be there waiting with our hands on tunes
Because pens and songs are stronger than swords
So we’ll see who wins this little fight
You draw your blade and attack online
And I’ll write your bane in ink and in the sky

Maybe when you see what you’ve become
If only you could see you now
Maybe when you see what you’ve become
You’ll realize what you’ve done
And maybe when you see what you’ve become
You’ll hurt the same way the cold burns my bones