This Valentine Ain't No Saint - The Juliana Theory

You got away with murder and all I got was the brunt

You were swinging you words like punches.

It was your shot, your shot, your shot

At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart

I’m never telling you that I’m sorry, cause it’s your fault, your fault,

your fault

But now that you’re gone everything is all right.

In fact I’m better off this

way

Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.

I’ll never throw my heart away

You like to point your finger, but girl you know it’s not that hard

You told me that I was heartless, but that’s what you got so wrong

At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart

I’m never telling you that I’m sorry, cause it’s your fault, your fault,

your fault

I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down

But now that you’re gone everything is all right.

In fact I’m better off this

way

Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.

(Shot down again, already dead)

I’ll never throw my heart away

I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down

Where were you when I needed you?

You just sought me out to shoot me down

Come on and get it

Murder

But now that you’re gone everything is all right.

In fact I’m better off this

way

Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.

(Shot down again, already dead)

I never throw my heart away

Goodbye, goodbye Valentine…

That’s what you want.

That’s what you’ll get