All that we were after was an escape To revel in the things that made us who we are And oh, the way you shattered and swept away The bigger piece of happiness we'd found 'Cause if this is war, you're the one to our thousand We won't let you outlive your threats and offences These are the things we love and would die to defend Time and time again We fight back with a pa**ion That is greater than hatred And the coldhearted can't win We're the young and elated It always starts the same, and always ends in blame It leaves a sour taste that often lasts for days But the simple fact is, reducing matters to misery You've got more practice than I have We can fight and scrap until the both of us take a last and losing gasp So with my fingernails I'll scratch, surface the consolation that You're just a bitter broken man; I'll get the last laugh