Love

True love is nothing more Then the wrong hill to die on Trauma bonding over exes With the best of intentions Put me on a pedestal So you can rip me off c false sense of security That I make up as I go along I love you so much It makes me feel sick So hold back my hair Until I stop True love is nothing more Then the wrong hill to die on Psychoanalyse my attachment styles cnd cross every boundary at once c false sense of security That I make them up as I go along c former reference From my earliest lessons Of how love felt When I was young Nothing more Than flowers I bought Empty promises cnd hand drawn cards Your high hopes cnd fingers crossed I'm so sorry For you letting you down Nothing more Than flowers I bought Empty promises cnd hand drawn cards Your high hopes cnd fingers crossed I'm so sorry For you letting you down