Careless

He's been careless, played guitar like he played with hearts
Filling their veins, with all his lies, on every bed he lied
She's been careless, she broke some innocent men,
With her cherry lips, and blood red nails
Oh how she hates to spend the evenings on her own
She had to find someone to make her sing, to make her sin

Don't leave, don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Why did it have to be me? Spare me your song

Take your bag, grab your shoes, and leave
Protect your broken iced heart, and leave

I'm dancing with the devil, the devil
I'm down on my knees starving to the bone, to the bone, to the bone

Don't leave, don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Why did it have to be me? Spare me your song