((Bonnie Raitt Style, Americana Blusey Soul, Key of G, 85-90 BPM))

I found your note in the drawer by the bed

Said you’d be gone by the break of red

No long goodbye, just a worn-out line

“Too much love, not enough time”

You wore that smile like a broken-in coat

Fit just right when you needed hope

But I ain't blind, no, I saw the cracks

You gave me pieces you couldn't get back

I don’t want your secondhand heart

With its torn-up seams and false restarts

You call it love, but it falls apart

Every time I try to hold it

I’m done patchin' holes in the dark

I don’t want your secondhand heart

I gave you fire, you gave me smoke

I learned your lies in every joke

Now every touch feels like a debt

And every promise, a past regret

I don’t want your secondhand heart

With its faded dreams and halfway sparks

You call it love, but it falls apart

Every time I try to hold it

I’m done patchin' holes in the dark

I don’t want your secondhand heart

Maybe some woman down the line

Will take your love and make it shine

But I need somethin’ built to last

Not a ghost tied to the past

I don’t want your secondhand heart

With its miles of wear and start-stop starts

You call it love, but it falls apart

Every time I try to hold it

I'm not your fix, I'm not your spark

I don’t want your secondhand heart

No more patchin’ holes in the dark...

I don’t want your secondhand heart

No....I don't want.......your secondhand heart..............