Peel back those wilted memories.

So rotten yet so sweet.

Let the silence speak.

Self serve, with varied medicine.

Find virtue in your sin, and never let her in.

Keep your guard up.

Don't show your cards love.

Keep your guard up.

Take her friend to dinner and turn the world up on its head.

Remind her just how cold the winter gets, and take her friend to bed.

Keep your guard up.

Don't show your cards love.

Keep your guard up.

Don't show your card love.

There's a creeping feeling that's not okay,

a creeping feeling that's not okay,

a creeping feeling that's not okay,

but you're still playing the same game.

There's a creeping feeling that's not okay,

a creeping feeling that's not okay,

a creeping feeling that's not okay,

but you're still playing the same game.

When you feel two ways about it,

coming from two different places,

when you get to much time alone,

she takes on both those faces

and the lump inside your throat

knows that she wouldn't ever hurt you,

but the loudest voice keeps saying -

Keep your guard up.

Keep your guard.