My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that I believed Every single lie you said (and learned from the best) cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains I went through to avoid you and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you But there's a light on in chicago and I know I should be home all the colors of the street signs...they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house