You should really be pulling together by now
It's like every minute is Sunday night
And your heart's on the floor
Have you ever thought about yourself before
So exhausting
Like everybody's starting a fight with you
And you would rather leave me feeling blue
Than put on your gloves and your stomping boots
What are you trying to prove
That I can reach the end of my tether
Then reinstate my contract for two years more
And you can call my number whenever
You're feeling so sorry and sore oh
I'm feeling worn
Don't you love when I'm all yours
And aren't you doing so poor at watering me
What's the reason for watching me sit in the corner
Is the face I'm saving just nicer to see
My head is a war
I'm still figuring out what you were screaming for
I'm seeing new colours in the flowers you bought
I'm thinking about what heartbreak has taught me
I'm crying into birthday cards and hating love for leading me down muddy paths
And I wish we could touch
Without it being uncomfortable
Without your puppy dog eyes upon me
And with a gentler tone you sway me with a sense of security
I'm feeling worn
Don't you love when I'm all yours
And aren't you doing so poor at watering me
(And you can call my number whenever)
(What are you trying to prove)
That I can reach the end of my tether
Then reinstate my contract for two years more
And you can call my number whenever
But what am I talking for oh
I'm feeling worn
Don't you love when I'm all yours
And aren't you doing so poor at watering me
I'm feeling worn
Don't you love when I'm all yours
And aren't you doing so poor at watering me
I'm feeling worn
Don't you love when I'm all yours
And aren't you doing so poor at watering me