David Puentez faet. Andreas Moe

Still Got Love

We still got love
(We still got) love
(We still got) mm
(We still got love)

We go from devil horns to angel wings
Our love's the poison and the medicine
We keep drinkin', every night, we fight again
And in the mornin', we wake up as friends

I keep thinkin' (ooh-ooh)
Why do we keep doin' what we do? (Ooh-ooh)
You keep hurtin' me, so I hurt you (ooh-ooh)
It's a game we're always gonna lose
Ain't that the truth?

It isn't always pretty with us
All our friends say we should break up
I'll admit we're a little fucked up
Kay, maybe more than a little, but we still got love

(We still got) love
(We still got) mm
(We still got love)
Yeah, we still got love
(We still got) love
(We still got) mm
(We still got love)

We go from makin' out to slammin' doors
Then using words we said we'd use no more
Heart bullets, soon as all the drama ends
We find a way to fuck it up again

It's so stupid (ooh-ooh)
Why do we keep doin' what we do? (Ooh-ooh)
You keep hurtin' me, so I hurt you (ooh-ooh)
See, it's a game we're always gonna lose
Yeah

It isn't always pretty with us
All our friends say we should break up
I'll admit we're a little fucked up
Kay, maybe more than a little, but we still got love
Ride or die, that's what they all say
With you and I, it's really that way
And I'll admit we're a little fucked up
Kay, maybe more than a little, but we still got love

(We still got) love
(We still got) mm
(We still got love)