You Smile
And There's Blood On Your Lips
Your Hands Show Again
What Your Mouth Has Kissed
Now I Know Something
I Did Not Know Before
The Thing That You've Destroyed
Is A Thing You Liked Me For

All Those Nights With My Arse In Your Face
And Your Words In My Dreams
Now I Know What The Value Of Ignorance Means

The Pain
In The Sordidness
All The More Choices
I Thought You'd Be The Best

At Least
I Know Something
About What's Good And What Hurts
And I'm Glad That I Loath It
You Would Have Fucked Me Up Worse

All Those Nights With My Arse In Your Face
And Your Words In My Dreams
Now I Know What The Value Of Ignorance Means

All Those Nights With My Arse In Your Face
And Your Words In My Dreams
Now I Know What The Value Of Ignorance Means

Don't You Ever Lie To Me Again
Because If You Do
I Will Not Be You Friend