I Hope It Breaks Your Heart

A ballerina with a broken arm

Spinning twisted melodies

A box of slutty old perfume

That you pretend it was for me

That dusty bottle of champagne

It used to sit there like a threat

As if to say there'll be a day

But we just haven't got there yet

I packed my things, I hope you find

All of the shit I left behind

You keep it all, no, I don't mind

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

You know, I really liked your mum

Just found out I didn't like her son

So keep your pictures and your frames

I hope the note I left explains

You wrote the script, I played the part

You called it trash, I called it art

I liked Mos Def, you liked Mozart

And I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I tried to love you, I tried to care

But the person that I thought you were just wasn't there

To make you big, it made me small

I know it might be nice

Darling, please don't call

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

Yeah, I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks you