every you, every me

Carve your name into my arm

Instead of stressed I lie here charmed

Cause there's nothing else to do

Every me and every you

 

Sucker love a box I choose

No other box I choose to use

Another love I would abuse

No circumstances could excuse

 

In the shape of things to come

Too much poison come undone

Cause there's nothing else to do

Every me and every you

Every me

 

Sucker love is known to swing

Prone to cling and waste these things

Pucker up for heaven sake

There's never been so much at stake

 


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