Little Heartbreaker

I was just a kid then
I played the victim
You played the big bad enemy

Yours was such a charming den
my debonair friend
A little mess in my history

Even then a dead end I couldn't leave
You weren't going to stop till you'd ruined me

Which you did well little heartbreaker
You were so fake it's unreal
Play your games till we're so taken
and there’s just no reason to feel

I was such a bitch then
You were a play thing
Pulled on my heart strings, ending me

You were in the no-go
You brought me so low
You flicked a switch in my chemistry

Just another hitch in my self-control
You weren't going to stop till you took a hold

Which you did well little heartbreaker
You were so fake it's unreal
Play your games till we're so taken
and there’s no more reason to feel

I knew you would
I knew you would
I knew you would and you did

I knew you would
I knew you would
I knew you would and you did

You did well little heartbreaker
You were just so fake it's unreal
Play your games till were all faking
and there’s no more reason to feel

You did well little heartbreaker
You were so fake it's unreal
Play your games till we're so taken
and there’s just no reason to feel
You did well

Kill Me Now

If it’s such I must remember, then can I at least pretend
that it ended much better and kinder and we can start over again?
If it’s meant that I forget you, why won’t you just disappear?
and take all the hurt and the heartache and drive it away from here

Stop coming round and tormenting me with your funny stories
wearing your old jeans and singing me songs about love
Let me tell you that nursing this heartache with you still around me is more than a little messed up
So if you really do intend that this be the way that it goes down
do me a favour and just kill me now

If there’s something that you left here, why won’t you just take it back?and end this unbearable nightmare and make like a heart attack
If we’re really at the ending, why won’t you just leave me be?
Or face up to clear observation that you can’t let go of me

Stop coming round and tormenting me with your funny stories
wearing your old jeans and singing me songs about love
Let me tell you that nursing this heartache with you still around me is more than a little messed up
So if you really do intend that this be the way that it goes down
do me a favour and just kill me now.

It’s hurtful and wrong telling me you’ve moved on if you still have those feelings inside
I tell a lie every time you come by and it’s killing me having to hide
So if you really do intend that this be the way that it goes down
do me a favour and just kill me now

Stop coming round and tormenting me with your funny stories
Wearing your old jeans and singing me songs about love
Let me tell you that nursing this heartache with you still around me is more than a little messed up
So if you really do intend that this be the way that it goes down
do me a favour and just kill me now.