| I got your postcard scribbled from a nowhere town | 
| Said «I think I still love you» | 
| From somewhere, I’m not USA | 
| And I still think about you too | 
| Well tearing it up was easy | 
| You never think it’s going to end | 
| Fixing is harder, believe me | 
| Damn I wish I knew it back | 
| Because hearts don’t break that way | 
| They make a thousand little pieces | 
| Without a number or a name | 
| Trying to put them back together | 
| But they just don’t beat the same | 
| Oh hearts, hearts don’t break that way | 
| There’s one more last time midnights | 
| Or just patches on a rainy day | 
| They’re aren’t no bolts or band-aids to make the leaving go away | 
| Well you can fix a crack in a windshield | 
| A little money makes a motor run | 
| But’s all or nothing | 
| Gonna cost you something | 
| When you love and lose someone | 
| Because hearts don’t break that way | 
| They make a thousand little pieces | 
| Without a number or a name | 
| Trying to put them back together | 
| But they just don’t beat the same | 
| Oh hearts, hearts don’t break that way | 
| Way | 
| Break that way | 
| Way | 
| Hearts don’t break that way | 
| See once it’s busted up, you’re out of luck | 
| There’s nothing you can do or say | 
| Honey, hearts don’t break that way | 
| They make a thousand little pieces | 
| Without a number or a name | 
| Trying to put them back together | 
| But they just don’t beat the same | 
| Yeah, hearts | 
| Wish somebody told me that hearts | 
| Hearts don’t break that way | 
| Way | 
| Hearts don’t break that way, yeah | 
| Way | 
| Hearts don’t, I wish they did | 
| But hearts don’t, hearts don’t break that way |