Fuck it up just to feel something Exactly what you'd expect of me Expiration on everything Tainted love, jealous reign Mmh Fuck it up at your own expense "Know we tried", said in my defense Say I lost all evidence Of our love ever on my skin Mmh, mmh, mmh The upper hand has an ugly feel Sour taste, hungry guilt Petty tears don't work for me Sharp tongues cut eventually Upper hand as a point proven Once, tends to fuck it up again Takes a toll on your will to bend Less will to keep the cut clean The upper hand has an ugly feel Sour taste, hungry guilt Balancing on brittle bones Couldn't handle this sharp turn Mmh, mmh, mmh There's a price for a winning hand The way that power is positioned Cold grip, sore purple veins Forced inevitable win Here comes the bitter end More than honorable mentions The more you lose, the more you're all in Go blind for the upper hand The upper hand The upper hand The upper hand