I took your picture, tore it to bits After you left me in one of your pitsWhen I ran after you, begging you please Let's patch things up now, you left me theseTwo rolls of scotch tape, six tubes of glue Your friends, not my friends, they sneak by youFilming the picture, I tore apart But they won't band up my broken heartYour little friends there, know what to do They'll fix you up so you'll be as good as newBut they won't help me, or come across This heart of mine is a total lossTwo rolls of scotch tape, six tubes of glue Your friends, not my friends, they sneak by youFilming the picture, I tore apart But they won't band up my broken heartTwo rolls of scotch tape, six tubes of glue Your friends, not my friends, they sneak by youFilming the picture, I tore apart But they won't mend up my broken heartBut they won't mess up my broken heartBut they won't mess up my broken heart