Make Out Monday - Hope Less Romantics lyrics

We're all creatures of habit, we spill all our tragic thoughts In their little black boxes, turn our love switches off In the morning when freedom is calling And all they can hear are the sounds of the haves 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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics He never smiles when he's laughing but God there's a pa**ion You feel when he's gasping, we sleep with the monsters we make In the evening when curses have meanings And every demons just don't mock their angel's mistake 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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics So bleed those wrists and purse those lips It's never getting any better than this I'm afraid All 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 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets You'll never feel the trigger if it's you that pulls it Hopeless romantics, come on, hope a little less, romantics Don't give 'em your hearts, give 'em your bullets They'll hurt less when they throw 'em back at you No surgeon'll patch you but at least, love, you'll still have your heart At least you'll still have your heart Hope a little less, romantics Come on, hope a little less, romantics Hope a little less, romantics