Woorden: 2*sweet. To The Victims Go The Spoils.

And it's a long fall from the top, girl
and i've hit below the bottom before
you made me trade what we started for
tears and heavy-hearted, now
alright fine, you had your's and i'll get mine
and i've got the same songs on repeat
and this is the worst mixtape you ever made for me

all the best kids die believers
put the phone to the receiver
and i'll leave her standing colder than a stone
abandon hope, abandon love

so here it goes

well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough
well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough

polaroids and hair ties
the spoils of the war
pictures on your wall
empty beds and left unsaids
your heart to break my fall

my name is no good in this town anymore,
too many kisses on collars lying on my closest floor
my name is no good in this town anymore,
too many kisses on collars lying on my closest floor

don't say a word
as our heartbeats collect in stereo tonight
so don't say a word
as our heartbeats collect in stereo tonight

well maybe mom was right, your lips and eyes aren't worth the fight
but your lips have shared mine and i guess they've had enough

("shut the fuck up!")