It's painful when things become uncertain
But that's the only time I pull back the curtains
Revealing my heart and its bruised spots
I guess it's not your job to cover those up
I'm superman, but only for the weekend
When I fear becoming your next ex boyfriend
I'll try to be a better me now for the right reasons
'Cause sadly it's too late to stop you if you're leaving
But if we've expired and it's a long walk to get back home
I'll eat canned pineapples until you make it back to me
Maybe you'll open up the door, and see the one that you fell for
And not the one who lives on old routines