Bittersweet

Even though you want it
 You really shouldn't think about it
 Treason is a tar pit
 It's so tacky to preserve alone
 Can you live like a crow? There's your answer
 As you pick at my bones with your friends and
 Their barren tongues won't fill your lungs
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 Come on, say you've done it
 Though we don't have to talk about it
 The stains left on the carpet
 Scream loud enough for all to know
 Do your legs fail the floor? There's your answer
 A mistake with a sword needs a ransom
 But you've got no jazz to have the cash
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 In a coat for assault, desperate and bleak
 Oh, so bittersweet
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 Love tends to dry
 (And you can find it in a heartbeat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And leave it tangled in the bed sheets)
 Love tends to dry
 (You burn your bridges in the backseat)
 In hands that don't try
 (And show up widowed on the high street)
 Oh, so bittersweet