History

I met a tiger in the Lion City
She sang to me an honest melody
I asked her what it meant
But she wouldn’t tell me
Razorlove, my mystery
Years and tears we shared and shed
And fed our hunger with a cigarette
Misery loves company
Razorlove, my history
Ignorance brings arrogance, disguised as confidence
It bought our way right through the door
Self contained, the devil left us and we became
Strangers as we had been before
We played, we played
We made our bed
Razorlove, oh it wasn’t meant to be
No one returns a stolen heart and no one pays for breaking one
I’ll pay with all my change
I’m sorry, i couldn’t stay
No one returns a stolen heart and no one pays for breaking one
I’ll pay with all my change
I’m sorry