Verse 1

Rebound is a great idea

For mending your broken heart-

Unless you're on the receiving end of it.

And it looks like that's where I stood,

That's why you left me standing in the cold

In the middle of a lonely street.

Bridge 1

Now I don't know where to go from here,

Do I scream into the darkness or just indulge in tears?

You're not even hurt anymore, I bet

You roll your eyes at my stupid emotions,

Why did I even let you know how I feel? But it's too late.

Chorus

And now

Maybe I'll take a cue from her cover picture,

Maybe I'll put my broken heart inside a glass jar,

Grab a shovel, and bury it into the ground.

That's how low I feel when I'm feeling down.

And I'm feeling down because the fear returns,

That it's always been her, my stomach churns.

Why the hell did I even get into this? Oh, yeah, fate.

And I'd say I'm not in love, but, nope, too late.

Verse 2

Love can last forever too.

When you just can't seem to move on,

When you're holding on to nothing, like me,

Remember the pain that you feel,

And don't be that cruel to somebody else,

If you don't see the possibility

Bridge 2

That you may ever fall in love again,

State it out at the beginning, simple and plain.

And don't drag it out into dates

That don't mean a damn thing to you.

But hey, why I'm telling this now? It's too late.

Chorus

And now

Maybe I'll take a cue from her cover picture,

Maybe I'll put my broken heart inside a glass jar,

Grab a shovel, and bury it into the ground.

That's how low I feel when I'm feeling down.

And I'm feeling down because the fear returns,

That it's always been her, my stomach churns.

Why the hell did I even get into this? Oh, yeah, fate.

And I'd say I'm not in love, but, nope, too late.

Repeat Verse 1

Rebound is a great idea

For mending your broken heart-

Unless you're on the receiving end of it.

And it looks like that's where I stood,

That's why you left me standing in the cold

In the middle of a lonely street.

Chorus

And now

Maybe I'll take a cue from her cover picture,

Maybe I'll put my broken heart inside a glass jar,

Grab a shovel, and bury it into the ground.

That's how low I feel when I'm feeling down.

And I'm feeling down because the fear returns,

That it's always been her, my stomach churns.

Why the hell did I even get into this? Oh, yeah, fate.

And I'd say I'm not in love, but, nope, too late.