On my cushion, like a picture, like a stain
It's your mascara that rubs off, when we fight
Over a coffee that is made a bit badly, such a trifle
When we fight, I would like for us to laugh about it
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, you hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt myself
People don't understand that we support it
That I blow my nose in your hands, be my core
Taking the trouble to ruin ourselves
Making scenes instead of loving
And the slack by disgust of the damage
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, you hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt myself
On my cushion, like a picture, like a stain
It's your mascara that rubs off, when we fight
And the cushion here, tomorrow after the storm,
Will be the witness of us knowing well to turn the page
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, you hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, you hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt myself