Match

She feels gypped and she feels cheated
Arbitrarily mistreated
And he's the weak silent wounded type
With a belly full of blind butterflies

They both sound like the local news
Turning the facts into emotional cartoons
Exaggerated manipulated distortions
But exploding hearts don't come back again

And she's a bitch he's a motherfucker
Both of them love each other

You give spit sweat and blood
And what do you get?
Maybe you pop the pinball machine
At thе laundromat

He puts out his cigarette on hеr signature
She drinks pukes and sleeps with a stranger
He sits on his garage screaming songs at the moon
And smears her name at the microphone

But she says she's not crippled
She's not damaged either
She doesn't need a bandage to remember
And he's not hurt no he ain't upset
He doesn't need forgiveness to forget

She's a bitch but he's a motherfucker
Both of them love each other

You give spit sweat and blood
And what have you earned?
A broken heart and an extra turn
A broken heart, match