Oh woah oh woah ohhh
We’re all creature of habit
We spill all our tragic thoughts in their little black boxes
Turn out love switches off in the morning
When freedom is calling and all they can hear are the sounds of their have’s and have nots
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
Don’t give me all your heart give me all your bullets
They hurt less when they throw them back at you
Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
He never smiles when he’s laughing but god there the passion
You feel when he’s gasping
We sleep with the monster we make the evening
When curse have meaning and every demons just don’t mock their angel's mistakes
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
Don’t give me all your heart give me all your bullets
They hurt less when they throw them back at you
Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
Don’t give me all your heart give me all your bullets
They hurt less when they throw them back at you
Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
So bleed those wrists and purse those lips
It's never getting any better than this, I’m afraid
All the endings are tragic
It's not that dramatic they're so cause you wrote them that way
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
They’ll break you ten ways to sunday and eleven to monday my dear
Don’t give me all your hearts give all your bullets
You’ll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it
Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
Don’t give all your hearts give all your bullets
They hurt less when they throw them back at you
No surgeon will patch you
But at least love you'll still have your heart
At least you’ll still have your heart
Hope little less romantic
Come on, hope a little less romantics
Hope a little less romantics