Lover's Remorse ft. Sara Jurgens Lyrics

Told me you love me

Told me you need me

Told you I'm crazy

You said won't leave me

Carried your baby

But dating ain't easy

Hate how you painted me

It's not my fault

How the world made me

I know I'm flawed

Tryna change lately

There's beauty in being wrong

So you say

But my tears falls

You turned me to a sad song

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord

When you press record

I know your hurt

I'm hurt too

Lover's remorse

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord

What's a heartbreak

As you part ways

Lot of hard days

Still I stayed

You said the same

But I guess it changed

Love fades

Leaving us bloodstained

I love pain

Numb but I can't complain

From all the days you'd say that

We'll work through it

Well way to prove it

You don't know what you're losing

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord

When you press record

I know your hurt

I'm hurt too

Lover's remorse

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord

Cry me river

Burn me bridge

Drown in your sins

You refuse to admit

A lake made

Of your mistakes

It takes two

To swim through

The mud pit

Never took me out

What's that about

Here's a concept

You're tone deaf

Ignoring me like your phones dead

You said you love me

But I don't think you've

Loved yet

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord

When you press record

I know your hurt

I'm hurt too

Lover's remorse

A dead dove falling from above

Cupid's corpse

Of course killed at the source

Sword in my heart when

You, took me to court

Pluck my heartstrings

Like a harpsichord