Easier Than Love

La La La La La La
La La La La La La

Sex is currency
She sells cars
She sells magazines
Addictive bittersweet
Clap your hands
With the hopeless nicotines

Everyone's a lost romantic
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone's a Casanova
Come and pass me the mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe

It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?
Numb

Sex is industry
The CEO, of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry
Suburban youth
Hail your so-called liberty

Every advertising antic
Our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic
We wage love with a mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

She is easier than love
Is easier than life
It's easier to fake and smile and bribe

It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?

Ah, la, la, la, la
(Yeah!)
La la la la la la la

La, la, la, la, oh
(Yeah!)
La, la, la, la, no!

It's easier to love
It's easier to love

It's easier to love
It's easier to love

She is easier than love
It's easier to love

Everyone's been scared to death of...
Everyone's been scared to death of...
Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone
Alone

Sex is easier than love
It's easier than love
It's easier to fake and smile and brag

It's easier to leave
It's easier to lie
It's harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone
What have we done?
What is the monster we've become?
Where is my soul?
(Where is my?)
Where is my soul?

Ah, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, no!

La, la, la, la, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Foreman, Timothy David Foreman
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