Every Man For Himself Paroles

A litany of faces
I'm number one
counting backwards from one hundred
and count on one hand
the truths that you spoke
and every lie you called romantic

Given a choice
between you and me
you pick you and I'll pick me
I'll never forget what you said
when you left
Everyman for himself

Your new dress fits well
with a pointed smile
I hope there's no cracks at the seams
and a modest appraisal
for the things that you value where the story card broke
and the darkness builds up from the floor
like walking through a mine field
with both eyes closed
at each step expecting the worst
bought random in panic
what wasn't expecting
I don't think that pain is romantic
and at everystep fall
till it's all a dull throb
Yeah sure - love conquers all