Twelve Goodbyes

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Twelve names in your little black book,

Twelve chances you thought you could keep,

Now you're shocked when people talk,

Like secrets don't eventually leak.

You collect hearts like souvenirs,

Then act surprised when they disappear,

Everybody's “the one” for a week,

Then suddenly they're outta here.

Twelve bodies, twelve goodbyes,

Same old story, different guy,

You can change the names and faces,

But you can't change your alibis.

You call it “just the past,” But the pattern's showing fast,

Twelve chapters, same mistake— How long till you learn from your past?

(ahhh) You want applause for being wanted,

Like attention makes you rare,

But having people come and go

Doesn't mean they really care.

You wear your history like a crown,

Then wonder why it weighs you down,

Maybe stop counting who you've had And start figuring yourself out.

Numbers don't make you worthless,

But they don't make you a prize,

And if every story ends the same,

Maybe look at your own side.

Twelve bodies, twelve goodbyes,

Twelve versions of the same lie,

You can blame them all forever,

But eventually you gotta ask why.

The number isn't who you are,

But the choices leave their mark,

Twelve chapters in the past— Maybe make the next one smarter. (oooh-ooh-ooh)