Hope Less Romantics

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