Count Me In
Was I wrong?
I must have been mistaken
If love is something warm
Unlike the bed I lay awake in
I'm cold
Who left the window open?
If love's a summer day
Who the hell let the snow in?
It seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart?
Count Me In
Shut it out
Hope is something tiring
If love's a work of art
I've never found it worth admiring
Number 9
A scholar and a hermit
If love is never smart
Why should I bother to learn it?
'Cause it seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
Love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart?
Count Me In
Well I could write a love song
But now I know better
Why don't we call a sword a sword
And judge a book by every last letter?
It seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart
It seems so pessimistic
And in truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I know I never win
But what's another broken heart
What's another
Bloody, broken work of art?
What's another broken heart?
Count me in
I must have been mistaken
If love is something warm
Unlike the bed I lay awake in
I'm cold
Who left the window open?
If love's a summer day
Who the hell let the snow in?
It seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart?
Count Me In
Shut it out
Hope is something tiring
If love's a work of art
I've never found it worth admiring
Number 9
A scholar and a hermit
If love is never smart
Why should I bother to learn it?
'Cause it seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
Love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart?
Count Me In
Well I could write a love song
But now I know better
Why don't we call a sword a sword
And judge a book by every last letter?
It seems so pessimistic
In truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I never win
But what's another broken heart
It seems so pessimistic
And in truth it is
That love is masochistic
With a triple-bladed kiss
And I keep betting cups
On games I know I never win
But what's another broken heart
What's another
Bloody, broken work of art?
What's another broken heart?
Count me in
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Writer(s): William Herbert
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