We both know this wasn't built to last
So there'll be no crying when things start dying
There's hair on pillow cases, fingerprints on the mirror
And after she's gone she'll still be here
It's an open invitation to come kill some time
And if it kills the both of us, well what a way to die
Anyways, we ain't the kind of criminals who return to the scene of the crime
I keep a trick up my sleeve to lure her a bottle of wine to pour her
There's an extra blanket for her she gets cold sometimes
I wonder where it's leading when both my knees are bleeding
But it's what we're needing