I thank you,
Thank you for breaking my heart and for leaving first,
Because the blindfold fell off, and now I see,
That you will never love me like I love you.
Thank you very much
For proving that “I saw you first” doesn’t apply,
Because you didn’t care and brought in a third party,
And now I live off bottles of alcohol and false “I love yous.”
A true expert at breaking hearts,
You drink tequila and make bad decisions.
And it’s not my fault that I hate Cupid;
In love, you’re quite the bandit.
Today I’m an expert at breaking hearts,
But don’t judge me; I have my reasons.
I steal the pieces that I can find,
Let’s see if that way I can fix mine
So that I won’t want to go back to you.
And sometimes I find myself thinking,
How can you heal a broken heart?
By stealing more hearts? Breaking more hearts?
Or healing your own heart?
Guess we’ll have to mess around and find out.
Oh, uh-oh.
A true expert at breaking hearts,
You drink tequila and make bad decisions.
And it’s not my fault that I hate Cupid;
In love, you’re quite the bandit.
Today I’m an expert at breaking hearts,
But don’t judge me; I have my reasons.
I steal the pieces that I can find,
Let’s see if that way I can fix mine
So that I won’t want to go back to you.
So that I won’t want to go back to you.