Everyone I ever loved and even care about had some kind of troubled background You see it in their eyes, looking at each other in a second hand store Think you found the one, we can make this work I guess We can make a run, so much hope All you gotta do, or all I gotta do is spend time on it Well I'm on the rack again, almost healed, I run slow Please take me where I belong And I won't tell you, baby you're the prettiest one Why can't you come along? Well it's alright, it's alright, I mean hey, look who you're talking to You really wanted my opinion Messing up in love is what everyone should do And now we're getting ready Well everybody has a broken heart Only to love you The sun is peeking through the leaves and branches of nearby trees Silhouettes play on the naked white walls here on Brandon Street But if not meant for the reminder of the distant promenade freeways You'd be surprised If someone tried to tell you girl, L.A. is no paradise But I'm coming back again, almost healed, I run slow Cause this is where I belong And I won't tell you, baby you're the prettiest one Just wish you'd come along Well it's alright, it's alright, I mean hey, look who you're talking to I'll never stop thinking Messing up in love is what everyone should do And we get better at it Well everybody has a broken heart All reaching out to you Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes till they burn right through Well it's alright, it's alright, I mean hey, look who you're talking to I'll never stop dreaming Messing up in love is what everyone should do And we get better at it Well everybody has a broken heart And those wannabe heartbreakers too Feed off the sparks from your Al Pacino eyes till they burn right through Well it's alright, it's alright, I mean hey, look who you're talking to I'll never stop dreaming Messing up in love is what everyone should do And we might just get better at it Well everybody has a broken heart