Paramore: That's What You Get

No, sir Well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, so take a seat, we're settling the final score And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide You have made it harder just to go on And why? All the possibilities Well, I was wrong

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa

I wonder How am I supposed to feel when you're not here? 'Cause I burned Every bridge I ever built when you were here I still try Holding on to silly things, I never learn Oh, why? All the possibilities I'm sure you've heard

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa I drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa

Pain, make your way to me, to me And I'll always be just so inviting If I ever start to think straight This heart will start a riot in me Let's start, start, hey

Why do we like to hurt so much? Oh, why do we like to hurt so much? That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa Now I can't trust myself with anything but this And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa