I don't know where you got yours
But mine's the old fashioned kind
I grew it deep inside of me
One pretty mistake at a time
But I wish that when they set you loose
They remembered to tighten all your screws
Then I wouldn't be caught up in your noose
Why'd you put it in the basement
How we going to get it up the stairs
Why'd you leave it on the front porch
You know that things get wet out there
And you didn't roll down the window
Even just a little bit for air
When you strapped it in the backseat
While you were off to God knows where
Well I wish that things were different
But I bet I knew it from the start
You better start taking better care of my heart
Why'd you teach me in the deep end
That's no place to learn to swim
And when you pulled me past the breakers
I didn't think I could get back in
Then you left me in the full sun
With almost nothing on my skin
As we sat on that cracked boardwalk
And you told me all about him
Well I wish that things were different
But I bet I knew it from the start
You better start taking better care of my heart
You better sound the alarm
You better break the glass
You better call 911 I don't think I can last
You better sound the alarm
You better break the glass
You better call 911 'cause it's beating too fast
So when you row out to coconut island
To bury me in sand and out of the sun
By the old fake plastic rubber tree
Where I think that your's came from
You'll hear the wave that smashes your boat to shore
Whistle Never Tear Us Apart
You should've been taking better care of my heart

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