When i think you're through with me,
you grab my hands and say hold tight,
we're in for another round.

Wish in one hand, shit in the other.
see which one comes out first.

Cinderella's on her bedroom floor
she's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store cause mr.charming don't come home anymore and she forgets why she came here.

Before i make any promises,
before you have regrets,
before we talk commitment,
let me tell you of my past.
all I've seen and all i've done.
the things i'd like to forget.

I won't make the same mistakes.
come over, come over.
i'm dying not to hurt you.

I know were so wrong, but it feels so right. and its not a party, if it happens every night. im running on empty, your running out of luck. so lets ditch this city, before we sober up.

I should have known better than to breathe you in the first time. i held you there for just a second, but the mistake was mine. now i can't take my hands off you, i can't keep my hands off you.

These are the hangover days
of frosted glass and metallic gleam
all these new non-places
they erase our memory.

And with my head on your chest,
i'll listen to your heartbeat
and let the rhythm of your breath,
rock me to sleep.

You can watch me as I slide my fingers across your chest and as I kiss every ounce of your skin, but remember I'm not in this for love. I'm in this to win.