Music: Francesca Belcourt
I'm not made of money, I'm not made of time
I'm not sweetened with honey
Or drunk on red wine
How much of me do you think you can excavate?
How much of my sweet love fits on your plate?
I can't get out all of these old stains
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
I used to feel sexy, I used to feel fine
Now I feel like I'm losing my damn mind
People think I got high standards
Those people must be eating shit
If this is it, I guess I'll quit
I thought you weren't like this
I can't get out all of these old stains
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Pain tastes, pain tastes, pain tastes
You saw fit to salt my wounds
After all I did for you
Now I'm the devil, you're the tool
You still free (You still) and I stay fool (I stay)
You saw fit to salt my wounds
After all that I did for you
Now I'm the devil (I'm the devil), you're the tool (You're the tool)
You still free (You still free) and I stay fool (I stay)
I can't get out all of these old stains
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
Cowards love courageous ones
And I love the way pain tastes
I'm the devil, you're the tool
I'm the devil, you're the tool
I'm the devil, you're the tool
I'm the devil, you're the tool
You're the tool, you're the tool
You're the tool, you're the tool, you're