Matchbook Romance - Portrait

Love, bring me the head of jealousy
His curse is the poison on her lips
A love as certain as a sinking ship
Unstoppable

This isn't a dream
This is what you are
And I'll take the blame
But that won't heal your scars

Look
Look a little closer now
Shut off
You should have known this wasn't a truce
Keep taking your cheap shots
Until I'm black and blue

You should've known better