A band of horses ran off with my girl

So if we fall apart
wouldn’t we still be the same,
and when I broke your heart,
didn’t it still beat the same?

Can’t you believe it?
Wouldn’t you believe it?
How could you just leave me?
Why would you just leave me?

Voila, I found a cure—
wouldn’t you believe my luck.
She wears a tight white shirt.
Couldn’t you just see she stuck?

She looked the same,
she smelt the same,
she felt the same
as you.
And
she was better.
And
I’m still bitter.

So here’s a running start.
Find a pace that matches well
to the beat of your bleeding heart.
I’ll try to catch your smell.