Oh woah Oh woah ohh

We're all creatures of habit We spill 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 nots

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 em' your heart Give em' your bullets They'll 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 gah there's the passion you feel When he's gasping 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 em' your heart Give em' your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw them back at you Hope Less Romantics, come on hope a little less romantics

Don't give em' your heart Give em' your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw them back at you Hope less romantics Come on hope a little less romantics

So bleed those wrists And purse those lips It's never getting any better than this I'm afraid All endings are tragic It's not that dramatic They're so cause you wrote them 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 em' your heart Give em' 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 em' your heart Give em' your bullets Throw bullets when they throw them back at you No surgeon will patch you But at least love 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