Oh, the razorblade, that’s what I called love.
I bet you’d pick it up and mess around with it if I put it down.
It gets extremely complicated.
Anything to forget everything.

You’ve got to take me out at least once a week.
Whether I’m in your arms or I’m at your feet I know exactly what your thinking.
You won’t say it now but in your heart it’s loud,

“Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours.
Drop dead, I don’t care, I won’t worry.”
There you go…

Oh, the razorblade, wish it would snap this rope.
The world is in your hand or it’s at your throat.
At times it’s not that complicated.
Anything to forget everything.

He would never talk but he was not shy.
She was a street-smart girl but she could not lie.
They were perfect for each other.
Say it now, cause in your heart it’s loud,

“Oh no, my feelings are more important than your.
Drop dead, I don’t care, I won’t worry.”

Sweetheart!

Your feelings are more important, of course (of course)
Everyone they wanted everything that we would take from them
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know
Tell me tell me tell me tell me
No.. don’t…. care..