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I m helpless when it comes to you, i m helpless when it comes to you, pathetic workings like consistency
I know i m not making sense, what makes my wounded heart feel like this
i m helpless when it comes to you
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, i m helpless when it comes to you
But i know i can t let you come any closer, why don t you hold me baby, oh oh oh ohhh
But i know i can t let you come any closer, it s my self-defense Neon, it s my security
i m helpless when it comes to you
Why don t you hold me baby, but you re inside my mind, i m never good enough
It s my self-defense, helpless helpless, when it comes to you
leave me alone
Helpless helpless, leave me alone
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, i turn away and pretend that i m doing just fine
I know i m not making sense, what makes my wounded heart feel like this
You turn and ask me, your love s like a wrecking ball and i don t want to break apart
you turn and ask me
Your love s like a wrecking ball and i don t want to break apart, oh oh oh ohhh Helpless, i m helpless when it comes to you
why can t you see i m just no good at these things
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, i keep on doing all this over and over Helpless, when it comes to you
Pathetic workings like consistency, it s my security
But you re inside my mind, it s my self-defense, you turn and ask me
pathetic workings like consistency
I turn away and pretend that i m doing just fine, i want to love you like the man i m supposed to be Neon, oh oh oh ohhh
Pathetic workings like consistency, it s my security, what makes my wounded heart feel like this
It s my self-defense, helpless helpless
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, helpless helpless
you turn and ask me
i m helpless when it comes to you
Just get to know me baby, what makes my wounded heart feel like this Neon, helpless helpless
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, i m caught in the way we talk, you turn and ask me
Pathetic workings like consistency, you can t see me like this, i m never good enough
you turn and ask me
What makes my wounded heart feel like this, i turn away and pretend that i m doing just fine, what makes my wounded heart feel like this