Hope Less Romantics

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 heve-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 all your hearts give 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 angles 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 all your hearts give 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 all your hearts give all your bullets
 they hurt less when they throw them back at you
 hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
 so plead those wrist and purse those lips
 its never getting any better than this
 I'm a fire its so tragic its not that dramatic
 the snow keep you rolling that wayy
 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 all your hearts give all your bullets
 you'll never feel the trigger if its you that pulls it
 hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic
 don't give all your hearts give all your bullets
 throw bullets when they throw them back at you
 they're surging them past you but as least love you still have your heart
 at least you'll still have your hear
 hope less romantic come on hope a little less romantics
 hope a little less romantics