I Hope It Breaks Your Heart - Lotte Mullan, Simon Johnson, Alex Reeves

A ballerina with a broken arm

Spinning twisted melodies

A box of slutty old perfume

That you pretended was for me

The dusty bottle of champagne

Used to sit there like a threat

As if to say there’ll be a day

We just haven’t got there yet

I packed my things I hope you find

All of the shit I left behind

You keep it all no, I don’t mind

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

You know I really liked your mom

Just found out I didn’t like her son

So keep your pictures and your frames

I hope the note I left explains

You wrote the script I played the part

You called it trash I called it art

I liked Mos Def you liked Mozart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I tried to love you, I tried to care

But the person that I thought you were just wasn’t there

To make you big you made me small

And though it might be nice, darling please don’t call

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks your heart (breaks your heart)

I hope it breaks your heart (breaks your heart)

Yeah, I hope it breaks your heart (breaks your heart)

I hope it breaks your heart (breaks your heart)

I hope it breaks your heart

I hope it breaks you