Lyrics: Regina Spektor. Other. Patron Saint.

She's the kind of girl who'll smash herself down in the night
She's the kind of girl who'll fracture her mind till it's light
She'll break her own heart and you know she'll break your heart too
So darling, let go of her hand

She's been skipping days, spilling her drinks in the sink
And you know, she's never coming home, never coming home again
But when, when, when, she open her eyes, eyes, eyes
Beyond the chipping paint through the windowpane

Lies, lies, lies
Her patron saint, broken and lame
And absolutely insane for learning that true love exists
So darling,
let go of her hand (7x)
You'll be to blame for playing this game
And learning that true love exists

She's the kind of girl who'll smash herself down in the night
She's the kind of girl who'll fracture her mind till it's light
She'll break her own heart and you know she'll break your heart too
So darling, let go of her hand
Darling, let go of her hand

You'll be to blame for playing this game
And learning that true love exists
Broken and lame
And knowing that true love exists

The pain, the pain, the pain, oh no
That true love exists

(Thanks to Regina for these lyrics)