Love

True love is nothing more Then 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 True love is nothing more Then the wrong hill to die on Psychoanalyze my attachment styles And cross every boundary at once A false sense of security That I make them 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 bought Empty promises And hand drawn cards Your high hopes And fingers crossed I'm so sorry For you letting you down