1, 2 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