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