Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is bent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
'Cuz 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
'Cuz there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you.
Sucker love is known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for Heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake
I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
'Cuz there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you.
Like the naked leaves the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you.
So I wish I wrote this song. It's a good feeling getting into a song and really 'hearing' the words. There's something poetic about lyrics of songs. Don't get me wrong, not all songs out there are poetic, oh no. Only a select few. And I have yet to discover some of them still. Another songwriter/writer/poet I'd like to highlight is none other than the amazing Brandon Boyd. Oh, I'll be getting his book White Fluffy Clouds soon! I don't think I need to go on further.
{couldn't resist this. Sorry I lost the source for this cool photo}
peace+love
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