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The Backwards Heart - Bleachers
Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff
Composed by：Jack Antonoff
The next batch of kids
They're gonna be the ones set
The kind of **** I think
Don't stand up when I bleed
But ain't no one more scared
Than yours to me
'Cause I got a backwards heart
Come take my hand
And I'm tough to be sold
And in a backwards heart
Come take my hand
Not much can grow
But I'ma turn it around
And I just want you to know
The next phase of me
I'm gonna be one tough seed
Don't mind no black
And blue and green
And everything in between
And I told her to heal up
But she don't know what I mean
'Cause I got a backwards heart
Back me up
Am I the centerfold
And in a backwards heart
Back back me up
Not much can grow
So I'ma turn it around
And I just want you to know
I see your backwards heart
I see your backwards heart
I see your busy heart
Heart heart
I feel your backwards heart
I have tried so many times
When looking at what I'd chosen God
It's harrowing
Good grief
Kept it only there
What feat comes of the mirror boy
Who wants to know the outside world
But cannot begin
Good grief
Can be lonely there
Good grief is all that I knew of
I fought a war in my bedroom
So goddamn scared to be here
Good grief is all that I knew
A tug of war in my mirror
So goddamn scared to see you
Good grief
You carry me through you
Just a dination was are to you
Well I'm coming home to please you
Good grief good to see you
I'm need you want to feed you
Im kind of heat to need you
