Music to my ears

Hopeless Romantics-Make Out Monday

We're all creatures of habit, we spill all our tragic thoughts
In their little black boxes, turn our love switches off
In the morning when freedom is calling
And all they can hear are the sounds of the haves 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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics

He never smiles when he's laughing but God there's a passion
You feel when he's gasping, we sleep with the monsters we make
In the evening when curses have meanings
And every demons just don't mock their angel's mistake

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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics

Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you
Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics

So bleed those wrists and purse those lips
It's never getting any better than this I'm afraid
All 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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
You'll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it
Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics

Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets
They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you
No surgeon'll patch you but at least, love, you'll still have your heart
At least you'll still have your heart

Hope a little less, romantics
Come on, hope a little less, romantics
Hope a little less, romantics