Your bullet's gone straight through me,
I'm surprised that you cannot see how you made a mess,
You made a mess of me.
It's a strange, strange, strange thing...
What love will do to your brain.
You'll think your dying,
But it will keep you living long enough so you can die all over again.
You ripped out my heart so clean and moved on so easily,
We never messed around but damn you sure fucked me.
It's a strange, strange, strange thing...
What love will do to your brain.
You'll think your dying,
But it will keep you living long enough so you can die all over again.
I've been wondering about all this pain that I see,
And I have to remember that at our core we'll do anything,
Yes we'll do anything to feel loved.
It's a strange, strange, strange thing...
What love will do to your brain.
You'll think your dying,
But it will keep you living long enough so you can die all over again.