Book Of Broken Hearts

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts

We had a good thing

But not enough, no

To keep the engine humming

To tune it up

You don't wanna chit chat, I get that, yeah

About the way your day has gone

If I didn't call you on the phone

I swear we'd never talk at all

And now the ragtop 560 is still running

But it don't feel quite the same without you

So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to

So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I got to find someone new to give it to

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts

Well I don't remember

The day Whitney Houston died

But I won't ever forget, no

The red dress you wore that night

You sipped amaretto, to let go, yeah

Iced out cause we're on the rocks

And I had the airmax, from fairfax, whoa

Still sinking like cinder blocks

But now the ragtop, 560 still running

But it don't feel quite the same without you

So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to

So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I got to find someone new to give it to

You really got me out here

Ooh, you really got me out here

Holding on to this loaded gun

And I don't know which way to run

So, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to

So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts

I got to find someone new to give it to

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts (ooh, to give it to)

Book of broken hearts

Broken hearts