Four.One.Nine

I won’t open up heart
Too much wider
No fairy tales, no expectations
So you can decide to slide
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin' on
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin' on
I won’t ask you where you’ve been
Or why you forgot to call
No poetry or songs about you
No sleepless nights wondering if I lost you
You’ll have to break my arm before you break my heart
You’ll have to break my arm before you break my heart
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin' on
And I won’t have to pick up the pieces
And you can carry on carryin' on
Four… One… Nine.
Be who and what we be
Be who and what we be