Secondhand Heart - Sweet Little Nothings lyrics

rate me

I see the smoke but no source of fire

I've been burned before but not yet acquired

Said I'd be cool, calm and collected

But I miscalculated my affection for you

Some call it love

Oh release me from the curse

When ever I take my hand off the wheel I always wind up getting hurt

I ain't got no second hand heart

But this loves making it harder

It's those sweet little nothings

Those sweet little nothings, so good

It's those sweet, sweet, sweet, little nothings

It's those sweet little nothings, they've got me hooked

Oh this some what primitive conception

Is founded in deception so

Feed me a lie and make it true

And I'll quit questioning you

Some call it love

Oh release me from the curse

When ever I take my hand off the wheel I always wind up getting hurtô