It goes like this...

All the good boys
get slowly broken
with hearts left unspoken
a shell of a man
and I'm left to
pick up the pieces
of someone else's messes
the best I can

And it's the same old story
"she adored me,
oh how could I have known?"
well that sinking feeling
doesn't mean you
have to swim alone

Why don't you take me home?

We'd be up late
the night getting older
and he's still on my shoulder
but I don't mind

But you play me
soothing and consoling
into early morning
I'm just the loving kind

It's the same old story
"she adored me,
oh how could I have known?"
well that sinking feeling
doesn't mean you
have to swim alone

Why don't you take me home?

If I saw her on the street I'd say
thanks for tossing a good man my way
Honey your loss is my gain

But it was a silly move to make
cuz bleeding hearts are the freshly unchained
can only be temporary

And it's the same old story
he adored me
until his ache was gone

Now that sinking feeling
tells me I've been
drowning all alone