Guess i'll be leaving in the morning By the chill that you gave me i will ride I will tear out my insides just to find a place to hide And i don't want to hurt you anymore You got the dagger but i got the revolver As we rolled and we tumbled to the floor I been ?? is it just these d** i'm feelin'? And i don't want to lie to you no more ?? ?? till the end A guitar's a man's best friend But these rules were meant to be broken ?? make myself uneasy And i haven't got the guts to make you cry ?? to one thing ?? do something And i don't want to hurt you anymore Now with this advice i will end ?? Some things are meant to be spoken And these rules are meant to be broken