I thought I knew that look
You ripped my heart out with your teeth last night and watched the blood flow
Sometimes I don’t know where to go, and then I run to you again
I hear you talking with your friends and you say he’s actually not that bad
He’s just a little out of touch with things well, sometimes he’s too much
And then I run back to my old home drinking beer and telling lies just to get you off my mind
Now romance is dead
And I killed it with my bare hands
Oh how I’d love to see you dance but not with me
Because you see, love I’m faded, dull and bleak
Just like the freckles on your cheek
You thought you knew my ways
you called me up and I asked you what happened to
Loving for the sake of being held and not for planning our lives together, will you be my wife?
No I don’t think that’s what I want I just want you to call me yours for a while until you get bored
And realise I’m full of shit and I have nothing more to give than my brittle bones and hardened skin
Now romance is dead
And I killed it with my bare hands
Oh how I’d love to see you dance but not with me
Because you see, love I’m tainted, dull and bleak
Just like the freckles on your cheek
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