You, you can't break my heart Because it's made of wires, glass, and little icicles These are not tears I cry No darlin', I, I have champagne flowing from my spectacles It's the bad advice that he gave in the car Oh, the awkward silence sat heavy for hours And you, you can't break your heart Because it's made of vinyl records and rare collectibles Sang the saddest song on the long walk home Under my breath it's barely audible But all the comebacks come when I'm all alone And so rarely when I need them the most So you, you can't break my heart Because it's made of wires, glass, and little icicles These are not tears I cry No darlin', I, I have champagne flowing from my spectacles And it's the joke that I've told a thousand times It's how I laugh the most when I don't get the punchline