Fuck it up just to feel something
Exactly what you'd expect of me
Expiration on everything
Tainted love, jealous reign
Mmh
Fuck it up at your own expense
"Know we tried", said in my defense
Say I lost all evidence
Of our love ever on my skin
Mmh, mmh, mmh
The upper hand has an ugly feel
Sour taste, hungry guilt
Petty tears don't work for me
Sharp tongues cut eventually
Upper hand as a point proven
Once, tends to fuck it up again
Takes a toll on your will to bend
Less will to keep the cut clean
The upper hand has an ugly feel
Sour taste, hungry guilt
Balancing on brittle bones
Couldn't handle this sharp turn
Mmh, mmh, mmh
There's a price for a winning hand
The way that power is positioned
Cold grip, sore purple veins
Forced inevitable win
Here comes the bitter end
More than honorable mentions
The more you lose, the more you're all in
Go blind for the upper hand
The upper hand
The upper hand
The upper hand
