See he gets the hang of makin'
That tiny violin sing for him
Don’t it sound like torture music?
Well you should know cos' you helped tune it

Have you tried to understand?
Couldn't have feelings cos you’re not a man
Now you have left him bruised and battered
The book of love lies there in tatters

Ah but one of these days he'll forget
One of these days he'll move on
But some of those days feel too long

When a heart is beat and broken

Perhaps it's fate playing her best hand
She dusts him off and helps him stand
Says there are ways to make things better
With poison pens and fuck you letters

Tear it down and watch it burn
Laugh in the face of lessons learned
Yeah he will start to build up fences
To improve his natural defenses
Oh one of these days you'll forget
One of these days you'll move on
Still all of those days are too long

When the heart is beat and broken

What doesn't kill us makes us strong
If it doesn't hurt it must be wrong
Well man is born to keep on making
The same mistakes, to keep on breaking

Again and again and again