Arm is in a cast again from dragging you
you don't weigh much but i'm fragile
i won't pull another muscle until i heal
and i'm thinking about leaving
But you send flowers all the time
I'm one of a kind, and i'm dying, when i'm trying to love
i'm one of a kind, and i'm dying, when i'm trying, i'm trying to love
Talking to a wall again is sounding good
you're a crowded room of leaches
looking for a reason to be alone
but there's no door to escape from
But you send flowers all the time
i'm one of a kind, and i'm dying, when i'm trying to love
i'm one of a kind, and i'm dying, when i'm trying, i'm trying to love