I tend to think you're only temporary Whenever I'm okay that's the routine But even if your company is momentary I suppose it's better than the other extreme ‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve And I've got a broken sewing machine I tend to fall down a flight of stairs In the same fashion that a lover falls One moment alone and free of cares The next just bruised and covered in gauze
‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve And I've got a broken sewing machine We’ve got a lot of history not forgotten I wish that you could have felt what I did I wish a lot of things when I get excited And lately I've wished for a lot of things ‘Cause I’ve had my heart torn off of my sleeve And I’ve got a broken sewing machine