How many times did I break your heart?
Give it to me slow so I can write it all down,
so I can keep it on a shelf in a picture frame,
a picture of a different me,
so when I’m prim and prattling on about consistency,
a record of my used-to-be.
How many times did I break your heart,
who swore around the block I never would,
who played the victim so well, so long,
I never noticed you wincing,
who came down so hard on a broken man
I never saw your heart go, too.
I know you want to forget it,
but tell me so I’ll always know-
how many times did I break your heart
because I couldn’t let you go?