My heart is on my sleeve, wear it like a bruise or black eye. My badge, my weakness means that I believed every single lie you said. Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you. And every single tap on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you. Cause there's a light on in Chicago, and I know I should be home. And all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of your pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house.