Queen of Hearts

and the picture kept of us still sitting on the dresser draw.

even though our hair's both grown, i still love the girls that they were

it hurts the same with every girl,

but i can't get out the words,

to say it's over.

it hurts the same with every girl,

but i can't get out the words,

to say it's over.

it's been five months i'm not okay.

pour me a glass i wanna stay.

softest touch i ever felt,

play the cards that you are dealt

got a bad hand, don't you cry.

we've got our wings now, we can fly.

each day passes, we grow apart.

lonely lady, queen of hearts.