Oh woah oh woah ohhh We’re all creature of habit We spill all our tragic thoughts in their little black boxes Turn out 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 me all your heart give me all your bullets They hurt less when they throw them back at you Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic He never smiles when he’s laughing but god there the passion You feel when he’s gasping We sleep with the monster we make the evening When curse have meaning and every demons just don’t mock their angel's mistakes 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 me all your heart give me all your bullets They hurt less when they throw them back at you Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic Don’t give me all your heart give me all your bullets They hurt less when they throw them back at you Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic So bleed those wrists and purse those lips It's never getting any better than this, I’m afraid All the 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 me all your hearts give all your bullets You’ll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it Hope less romantics come on hope a little less romantic Don’t give all your hearts give all your bullets They hurt less 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 little less romantic Come on, hope a little less romantics Hope a little less romantics