One is a gun with a dart for my Sweetheart Two only you can remove such an ache so Three let me see what you've got what you're made of, what you've got Four is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw Five is a bunching fist that's within me Six little stitches thread through my heart Seven shiny reasons are tearing us apart Eight lose your hate, it's a game so come on love me it's your fate Nine cold crimes in the night please forgive me Ten are the tears that are frozen on your face Eleven I know, I'm not your favourite man Twelve I'll take you like only I can