Picture Frames

Picture frames
All smashed up on the floor
And I'm starting to think
What the point is anymore
Oh this thing called love
Yeah it makes me sick
Coz' I know in your mind
You think I'm a piece of shit

The first time that I saw you
I knew it were a mistake
Coz' all I've done since
Then is give and give and you take
And every word you say
Is as dirty as the kitchen floor
But I know I can't leave
Coz' I keep coming back for more

Now I really know
What you want me for
Now I really know
What you use me for
Now I see what all
The boys are running for
Now I see what all
The boys are running for

Picking picture frames
Back up of the floor
Coz' I've come crawling
Back begging for more
Stuck here in silence
Thinking what have I done
Questioning myself
What have I become?

Now I really know
What you want me for
Now I really know
What you use me for
Now I see what all
The boys are running for
Now I see what all
The boys are running for

What you running for?
What you running for?
What you running for?
What you running for?
What you running for?
What you running for?