I was your pocket aces

You're a seven-two off suit

My luck was always shit

Especially when it came to you

You can call it bad luck or maybe bad judgment I should've listened when they said

Run, run, run, it doesn't get any better

Just run, run, run

I was never any good at learning from other people's mistakes

You keep bending me over, I'll eventually break

Your love is a weapon

I was so fucking pathetic

And I'll become just like the rest and you'll paint yourself a victim again

Well sex isn't leverage

But you use it how you want it

And if I really loved you then I'd just shut up and take it

When did begging for more become begging for the bare minimum?

All of my spite and all of your pride, I'm lucky that I made it out alive

Well, when they said run, run, run, I swear I thought it'd get better

Can't run, run, run when I'm tied to your anchor

fill my veins with all of your poison

It's an acquired taste. the buzz is starting to bore me

Your love is a weapon

and I was so fucking pathetic

I'll become just like the rest and you'll paint yourself a victim again

Well sex isn't leverage

But you use it how you want it

And if I really loved you then I'd just shut up and take it