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

And I don't want to lie to you no more

A guitar's a man's best friend

But these rules were meant to be broken

And I haven't got the guts to make you cry

And I don't want to hurt you anymore

Some things are meant to be spoken

And these rules are meant to be broken