I Hope It Breaks Your Heart

A ballerina with a broken arm
Spinning twisted melodies
A box of slutty old perfume
That you pretended was for me
That dusty bottle of champagne
Used to sit there like a threat
As if to say there'll be a day
We just haven't got there yet

I packed my things I hope you find
All of the shit I left behind
You keep it all no I don't mind
I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart

You know I really liked your mum
Just found I didn't like her son
So keep your pictures and your frames
I hope the note I left explains
You wrote the script I played the part
You called it trash I called it art
I liked mos def you liked mozart

I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart
I hope it breaks your heart
I tried to love you I tried to care
But the person that I thought you were just wasn't there
To make you big you made me small
And though it might be nice darling please don't call