Dead words scattered round the room like dust
Daggers and knives that have started to rust
One more battle fought in the name of love.
Tears and blood splattered over the wall
Broken bits and pieces up and down the hall
Take 'em up to bed,
And stick 'em all together again.
That's what you get for following dreams
Never turn out how they should it seems
That what you get for losing yourself
That's what you get, babe.
That's what you get, babe.
That's what you get, babe.
A bottle of wine, dinner for two
You know me better, I