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I don't know when it became a contest
Of who could care less
Kinda confused, when did it get cool
To let you keep me on edge

Content with the lack of attention
Grateful for drunken affection
Taking what's left instead of starting again
S'like I've rewired my head to accept, to accept that

Birthdays, mistakes are for forgetting
Heartaches, headaches are for expecting
Asking questions makes you mad
And I will always take you back and
Red flags, red flags are for collecting

I don't know when I lowered my standards
So much I can't see
I fill up all of my closets with all your broken promises
And your insecurities

My self-inflicted afflictions
Always so caught in convictions
Taking what's left instead of starting again
S'like I've rewired my head to accept, to accept that

Birthdays, mistakes are for forgetting
Heartaches, headaches are for expecting
Asking questions makes you mad
And I will always take you back and
Red flags, red flags are for collecting

Whatever happened to what I need, I need
Whatever happened to what I want, I want
How come you never ask what I need, I need
It's all I really wanted

Birthdays, mistakes are for forgetting (forgetting, baby)
Heartaches, headaches are for expecting, oh
Asking questions makes you mad
And I will always take you back and
Red flags, red flags are for collecting

Red flags are for collecting, no
Red flags