But it really doesn't suit my style
So I think I'll just act bored instead
To contain the blood I could have shed
She makes me feel so weary
My heart is really on its knees
But I keep a poker face so well
That even my mother couldn't tell
And the sound of her name
Well I keep her photograph against my heart
Cause in my life she plays
Our love could hold on cigarettes
There is no room for these cheap regrets
She makes me feel so weary
My heart is really on its knees
But I keep a poker face so well
That even my mother couldn't tell
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my spine