He comes in looking for a fight, you stand up heart in your chest and tears in your eyes,
It makes no sense any of it, why love should die and lovers with it,
Take your pills, in your best Sunday dress
Ours isn’t the only war waging tonight.
Why is your love terminal?
Why does it take, my last fighting breath from my lips,
Why, is your love terminal?
Why does it make, my only wants into regret.
She storms out heading for the road, you die inside, with her each and every step,
How many months does it take to see, that you could’ve prevented it, could’ve prevented a fall.
Take your pills, in your best Sunday dress,
Ours isn’t the only war waging tonight.
Why is your love terminal?
Why does it take, my last fighting breath from my lips,
Why, is your love terminal?
Why does it make, my only wants into regret.
If we could only see, the virus that feeds, upon our weary hearts,
We would know, how let eachother come and go,
There’d be less broken parts.
Why is your love terminal?
Why does it take, my last fighting breath from my lips,
Why, is your love terminal?
Why does it make, my only wants into regret.