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