Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion’s spent.
My hearts 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.
‘Cause 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.
‘Cause there’s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There’s never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It’s only comfort, calling late.
‘Cause there’s nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he
Like the naked LEADS 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.
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he
Every me and every you,
Every Me…he [x4]
The tales and musings of a British boy trying to be a man in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. All photos are mine unless otherwise stated.Email Me
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January 19, 2012
One of my favourite ever songs…