If you could pull yourself away from that mess

Surely if you could pack a punch then you can pack a dress

Cause hot on the trail of self-pity is wilderness

Like hot on the heels of heartbreak is happiness



It's an uphill struggle just to be yourself

And if I climb too far I'll end up on the shelf

When sorry's have been said and tears, tears have dried

I'm still the easy route to easy ride



If you could just have a good word with yourself

COnvince yourself you're you and no-one else

Restore your confidence and your pride

A soldier don't need no-one by their side



It seems as though there's only me to blame

Pushover must be my middle name

Just because he flushed love down the drain

Doesn't mean your little heart can't be reclaimed



And I know that what I've chosen is second best

And if the passport was there then I'd say yes

But departure leaves a fully feathered nest

And this easy bird is easily impressed

This easy bird is easily impressed



Your little wings broken, nest destroyed

The love that he talked of, null and void

If you knew you were a plaything with which they toyed

Your little heart would now be the employed



Next time I choose to love I'll take good aim

Miss out on his sweet talk and his blame

Then when I miss the target I can't complain

It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain

It's only the sure-shot actually feels the pain