"It's the kindest ache"
For every heart you steal, there's ten you break
And you change your mind every chance you get
There's no chane the gamblers are taking bets
You're the favorite at every game
and everyone else goes home with the blame

But you go home with the girls

She wishes she could take it back
every word that left her lips
every single stolen kiss
Every single thought that lost the plot
every bit of action that she got

But your mind's made up, and there's a story to tell

Am I the one to tell it?
I've got the tools, now; to whisper or yell it?
You know your plans, I know the stories
Of love and of sex and of danger and glory
And I know how these things should go
First- In your arms, she turn to putty
Second- All of the girls start to call her slutty
Third- You reach out your hand to hold
she leaves and goes home
you're stuck in the cold
And I'm watching, watching, reporting live
There's nothing for no-one if everyone dies
If fairy-tale lovers can't keep love alive

So is it my fault that it all fell apart?
If you never loved wholey, it was dead from the start
The second you hated, doubt enetered your heart
And now? You don't even talk

So call her up, if you get the chance
If it'll just stop you from dreaming
When she turn down your offer for one final dance,
You'll soon find the story in meaning