Hard

Stilettos clicking on the concrete
Two shells in an old 12 gauge
Broken nails, mascara trails, 20 more steps until she turns the page
Two lovers sprawled on bed
And just a single pane of glass
Smash, point, pull, blast — send him and her bestie to the past
Well, the price of love is just too damn high
But it costs even more when you just don’t care
Revenge served hot, and no more crosses to bear
Chrome stele wrapped on her wrists
Backseat squad car exile
One last glance at the bodies, through hard eyes and a twisted smile
Well the price of love s just too damn high
But it costs even more when you just don’t care
Alone in her cell there won’t be no more crosses
To bear