You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Like the naked LEADS the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.