Metric - Fortunes lyrics

Tell me in the morning that you love me, show me Only if you got it bad enough, She cracked right on the dance floor She cracked, but I won't Tell me in the morning that you miss me, show me Only if you got it bad enough, It's for your own good, girl You've been such a good girl, such a good girl Stay to soften the blow Hand over fist To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold Hand over fist To soften the blow Blood from a stone Seven in the morning, do you miss me, baby? Only if you got it bad enough, It's four on the West Coast, girl They tell me it's a magical world It's a sinister world It's too late to leave, too late to leave It's too late to leave, too late to leave It's too late to leave, too late to leave Stay to soften the blow Hand over fist To drink and to smoke My blood from a stone I do expect fortunes to fold Hand over fist To soften the blow Blood from a stone