Lyrics

The cracks in your face Where the porcelain broke Some things don't get better with age And I swear I remember Everyword that you spoke And the china you left in your place A litany of faces I'm number one Counting backwards from one hundred And count on one hand The truths that you spoke And every lie you called romantic Given a choice Between you and me You pick you and I'll pick me I'll never forget what you said When you left Everyman for himself Your new dress fits well With a pointed smile I hope there's no cracks at the seams And a modest appraisal For the things that you value Prove that some things worth more than Mere dreams In my bedroom there's a wasteland Where the story card broke And the darkness builds up from the floor Like walking through a mine field With both eyes closed At each step expecting the worst Bought random in panic What wasn't expecting I don't think that pain is romantic And at everystep fall Till it's all a dull throb Yeah sure - love conquers all