I'm not made of money,
I'm not made of time
I'm not sweetened with honey
or drunk on red wine
How much of me do you think
you can excavate?
How much of my sweet love
fits on your blade?
I can't get it out, all the fears,
all those tastes
Cowards love, courageous ones,
and I love the way pain tastes
Cowards love, courageous ones,
and I love the way pain tastes
I used to feel sexy, I used to feel fine
Now I feel like I'm losing
my damn mind
People think I've got
high standards
Those people must be eating shit
If this is it, I guess I'll quit I
thought you weren't like this
I can 't get out all of these old stains
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Cows of courageous ones,
and I love the way pain tastes
You saw fit to salt my wounds,
after all I did for you
Now I'm the devil, you're the tool
You stay free and I stay full
You show fit to salt my wounds
After all that I did for you
Now I'm the devil, you're the tool
You stay free and I stay full
I can't get out, all of these
I love the way pain tastes I can't with love,
courageous ones
I'm the devil, you're the jewel