Make Out Monday - Hope Less Romantics | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Make Out Monday
• Hope Less Romantics

Oh woah, Oh woah-oh.

We're all creatures of habit,
We spend 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 their have's and have not's.

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 romantics.

He never smiles when he's laughing, but god there's the passion you feel
When the skies spin, we sleep with the monsters.
We make it, the evening when curses have meaning,
And every demons, just don't mock their angel's mistake.

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 romantics.

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 romantics.

So plead those wrists,
And purse those lips.
It's never getting any better than this.
I'm a fire, so tragic, it's not that dramatic.
The snow kiss your throat in that way.

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 of your bullets.
You'll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it.
Hope Less Romantics, come on hope a little less romantics.

Don't give all your hearts, give all your bullets.
They won't rest when they throw them back at you.
They're surging them past you, but at least you'll still have your heart.
At least you'll still have your heart.

Hope Less, Romantics.
Come on, hope a little less romantics.
Hope a little less romantics.

Make Out Monday еще тексты