An eye for an eye. But you don't want mine. It'll show you that love is a lie And life is a line, That we fall off and die.
It'll show you that young love is a tragedy That hasn't happened yet And that the phrase "I love you" has great gravity That a boy won't soon forget. But; if you decide reap what you sow, Then hell is where you'll go.
After you place my pain in your sockets You'll pull the bullet from your pocket Like you pulled our picture from your locket And end the world that you know.