Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up, our passion's spent
My heart's a tart, your body's rent
My body's broken, yours is spent

Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you

Sucker love a box I choose
No other box I choose to use
Another love I would abuse
No circumstances could excuse

In the shape of things to come
Too much poison, come undone
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me

Sucker love, who's known to swing
Prone to cling and waste these things
Pucker up for heaven's sake
There's never been so much at stake

I serve my head up on a plate
It's only comfort, calling late
'Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me

Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love, I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind

All alone in space and time
There's nothing here, but what here's mine?
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you
Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me

Every me and every you
Every me


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Every You Every Me [Single Mix] Lyrics as written by Brian Molko Paul Campion

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    This is one song you don't want to dedicate to someone you love, despite the seemingly adoring lyrics. This "sucker love" is infatuation mixed with lust, a kind of immature love you feel when you're desperate and alone..

    You'd do anything for it [carve your name into my arm; instead of stressed, I lie here charmed] because you believe in it so much, even go as far to sacrifice yourself after a fight to make things better [i serve my head up on a plate; it's only comfort, calling late].

    And maybe, maybe you know that this love is sick, paper-thin, and only here to make you feel better.. but you don't care, because you know this is all that could work [sucker love, a box I choose, no other box I choose to use - another love I would abuse].

    The love you feel makes you feel better [my heart's a tart, your body's rent], fills you up, makes you feel alive again [all alone in space and time, there's nothing here but what here's mine, something borrowed, something blue].

    It's a damn awesome song. But it's nothing to go dedicate to a lover.

    pragmaticpoetryon April 18, 2002   Link

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