Well I can tell by the way you look that you're not really used to being a stranger

And when I recall our curious union, it seems much more like joyful terror (upon which we were entering)

But the perfect woman tears you to pieces if she says the words "I love you" (Oh, and that's a compliment)

So I see you kinda threw me away like a pet that outlived his master's affection


The true man wants two things: danger and diversion. So he seeks the daughter of Eve-and she's the most dangerous plaything.

But let it be known: in revenge and love, the maiden is more vicious than the man



Well I can see by the way you look

Hear bout how you partook

That you're not used to being a stranger

Taste of fake on your lips

The feel that you're soul was stripped

Oooh I can really see you going nowhere (we never really had a chance)



I long for a memory beyond consolation- a memory of shadows and stone.

And she just keeps blowing out soap bubbles- big & large, knowing they will burst


I've heard it said that women love men even for their vices,, "but you hated me for my virtues. (Oh and that's NOT a compliment)


But I'm afraid I've carried this cup of wrath to the brim and I just might spill it


Oooh I bore my cross for you and you scorned me- side note for the record of public knowledge, why did you have to sleep with him?

But let it be known: in revenge and love, the maiden is more vicious than the man


Well I can see by the way you look

Hear bout how you partook

That you're not used to being a stranger

Taste of fake on your lips

The feel that you're soul was stripped

Oooh I can see we never really had a chance