Protocol

I remember the evening You said you were leaving That's when I knew I had lost No room for forgiveness Suitcase, frames, pictures Placed in the back of your car I won't tell my parents how I fucked up perfection And selfishly put myself first A future of stories Kiss you good mornings Gone and it's what I deserve I can't find the words to say When someone asks how you've been I don't know the protocol For fixing a, fixing a broken heart When my friends hear the rumours They tell me they knew that You were bad news from the start Every bar they take me To try to matchmake me With someone who doesn't come close, no You won't tell your mother, 'cause she'll tell your father And that's just one more broken heart (one more broken heart) A future of stories Adventures and journeys On fire and falling apart I can't find the words to say When someone asks how you've been Don't know the protocol For fixing a, fixing a broken heart Call your answerphone Hope that you're not at home I don't know the protocol For fixing a, fixing a broken heart When I'm all by myself And the drink doesn't help Take them down from the shelf And I'm reminded I keep fighting Wars in my head, with the miles of regret 'Cause I had every letter but now I can't find the words to say When someone asks how you've been Don't know the protocol For fixing a, fixing a broken heart Call your answerphone Hope that you're not at home Don't know the protocol For fixing a, fixing a broken heart (Fixing a, fixing a broken heart)