You looked at me once more
Like that time you did before
With that practiced little smile
I might suspect that something's wrong
But I can't help to play along
When your clothes start to hit the ground
But his perfume still shows below that one you wear for me
It's in the details
Your shoulders shake like every female who's hiding the truth
I've read those emails
Don't try to blame this on another fault of your youth
But then you fucking cry and you carry on
Throw me all your lies until I swear I'm wrong
Heartbreaker by design only here for them to
Turn you on, turn you on, turn you on
Is he being fed the same?
Was he told I'm to blame
For pulling you straight from his hands?
Or was he never made aware
Of what you're capable up there?
And how well your heart multitasks
That void behind your eyes has grown so deep
It's in the details
Your shoulders shake like every female who's hiding the truth
I've read those emails
Don't try to blame this on another fault of your youth
But then you fucking cry and you carry on
Throw me all your lies until I swear I'm wrong
Heartbreaker by design only here for them to
Get you high, crucify and pocket the nail
But then you fucking cry and you carry on
Throw me all your lies until I swear I'm wrong
Heartbreaker by design only here for them to
Turn you on
So carry on
Carey on
It's in the details
Your shoulders still, but you're just practicing