True love is nothing more
Than the wrong hill to die on
Trauma bonding over exes, with the best of intentions
Put me on a pedestal
So you can rip me off
A false sense of security
That I make up as I go along
I love you so much, it makes me feel sick
So hold back my hair until I stop
Hey

True love is nothing more
Than the wrong hill to die on
Psychoanalyse my attachment styles
And cross every boundary at once
A false sense of security
That I make up as I go along
A former reference, from my earliest lessons
Of how love felt when I was young

Nothing more than the flowers I bought
Empty promises and hand drawn cards
Your high hopes and fingers crossed
I'm so sorry for you letting you down
Nothing more than the flowers I've bought
Empty promises and hand drawn cards
Your high hopes and fingers crossed
I'm so sorry for you letting you down
Hey