Lyrics: Fiona Bevan/James Newman/Maegan Cottone/Jack Walton
Music: Fiona Bevan/James Newman/Maegan Cottone/Jack Walton
See the truth about me is
I ain't over you
Kept collecting the pieces
Stick together with you
'Cause I'm the fuel to your fire
We always blowing it up
You're the blade to my tyres
And that's the worst kinda love
Sorry's all we can say though
It's just a little too late
And if we ever had halos
We just threw them away
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this with sellotape
We can't put it all back together
'Cause the pieces don't fid the same
And why'd you rip me like a photograph
Tore my heart in two, only lift me with half
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this
Fix this, with sellotape
See the truth about you is
You ain't over me
But I can't be with you girl
And you can't be with me
'Cause I'm the fuel to your fire
We always blowing it up
You're the blade to my tyres
And that's the worst kinda love
Sorry's all we can say though
It's just a little too late
And if we ever had halos
We just threw them away
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this with sellotape
We can't put it all back together
'Cause the pieces don't fid the same
And why'd you rip me like a photograph
Tore my heart in two, only lift me with half
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this
Fix this, with sellotape
We can't fix this
We can't fix this no
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this with sellotape
Why do we tear it forever
Now the pieces don't fid the same
And why'd you rip me like a photograph
Tore my heart in two, only lift me with half
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this with sellotape
We can't put it all back together
'Cause the pieces don't fid the same
And why'd you rip me like a photograph
Tore my heart in two, only lift me with half
Why did we let it all break
Cannot fix this
Fix this with sellotape