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