When I say that I love you, I mean it from my heart
I was comfortable enough to show you every scar
Every blemish that stains this cold and shattered heart
Comes with horror stories that are looney and bizarre

I know your kind, somehow you'll fuck it up
Instead of doing right by me, you'll empty out my cup
It seems I've given you a blueprint to do with me as you please
And when I give you all of me, in return I'll get a small piece

Wifey? Or worst nightmare? You get to decide
It's all up to you how long you'll get to be in my life
I hope somehow I don't end up being a runaway bride
Or getting played like a saxophone, left alone to dry my eyes

I know your kind, but shit I can't resist
I'm a magnet for bad boys, you very well know this
What do I do? Should I just take a chance?
Or should I give my all to a man who probably won't keep it in his pants?