KILLTEQ - Every You Every Me

Sucker love is heaven-sent
You pucker up, our passion spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is bent

Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you

Sucker love, a box I choose
No other box I choose me use
Another love I would refuse
No circumstances could excuse

In the shape of things to come
Too much poison, come undone
'Cause there's nothing else to do

Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me