You always made your little hearts broken for me, I remember, always made with a B.
I thought it was cute at first. Then, I thought, he doesn’t know how to love me.
So I loved you even harder for that.
Now I see you’ve gotten the hang of things. Your hearts are perfectly made, the right way around, this time around. Except these hearts aren’t for me. They are for she, made with a 3.
I always made my little hearts broken for you, I remember, always made with a B.
You thought it was cute at first. Then, you thought, she doesn’t know how to love me.
So you loved me even harder for that.
Now you see I’ve gotten the hang of things. My hearts are perfectly made, the right way around, this time around. Except these hearts aren’t for you, They are for he, made with a 3.
