Broken Heart Collector
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You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector (heart collector)
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector
Pocket full of pain, I'll probably feel like this forever
Masochist of life has heard I'm using it for pleasure
Says she wants somebody who can love but disrespect her
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector
Every kiss has got some poison and I'm fallin' out of focus
Got some pretty peace and she won't love me if you hold on
Got you doin' revolver, got it locked and fully loaded
Put the barrels to my head, pull the trigger and put the pedals off roses
She biting down on my neck, just a bit
Playing my genie, she do as I wish
Off of my pseudocore
She put her nails all the weight to the key with her luminous skin, yeah
Turning the fake into sane, yeah
Losing before I begin, yeah
She taking all I can give and telling me do it again, but
Chokin' my reason for breathing
She told me I want it, I need it
Trust me, but don't make a sound
And if you're gonna (shh), then do it now
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector (heart collector)
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector (heart collector)
Dead eyes reachin' your chest, I
Take out your heart just to feel mine
The more blood the better
(You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector)
If beauty's pain, aren't you miserable enough?
Or is my kind of jaded, the kind that you want?
When passion is poured out, we drink from the cup
To find out it's poison, but now I fall drunk
Say that below dark, I know the walls, I've heard enough
I'm bad at love, or maybe I'm bad luck?
Open your wings in the flames
Don't get too close to me
But go ahead and lie for me, try for me
Do the thing I like for me, you're my little crybaby
With your makeup running down your face
Smiling 'cause I'm your favorite mistake
Soak in my reason for breathing
Don't tell me I want it, I need it
Trust me, but don't make a sound
And if you're gonna (shh), then do it now
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector (heart collector)
You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector (heart collector)
Dead eyes reachin' your chest, I
Take out your heart just to feel mine
The more blood the better
(You don't want me, baby, I'm a broken heart collector)