Speechwriters Llc - Classic Heart-Breaking Bitches lyrics

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Well you started off, you were flying in the air, drunk without a care, on the love of somebody out there

And your heart did pound, every time you’d hear the sound, of your true love queened and crowned, and the flowers were smelling like heaven

There were walks in the park, there were kisses in the dark, and proverbial sparks, that always precede failure

And your heart did fly, and your soul was telling lies, and you never asked why, this couldn’t all last, forever

And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in love, again

There were days in the sand, we just kissed and held hands, dreamed utopic foreign lands, where we’d live together, forever

And time was a blur, punctuated with a stir, it was always cause of her, and always was never enough

You start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent without, it begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork peach in your soul

And your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining speed, all these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s one of the flesh

And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in love, again

Now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are rearranged, and you’re feeling quite estranged, oh I hate remembering vacation

Now you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures, and creating mixtures of truth and reality

And your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s disintegrating, you begin to start hating, the things that make life life

And every time you dream of better, all you end up getting is worse

And the ability to truly see the changes in your life could be the ultimate encompassing curse

But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy so here it is the silvery verse, oh I must sing

That there are prom night dresses and fairytale princesses and a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins, love’s the...