Poets always kiss and tell...

If you were going to cut anything out of me
You should have made it my tongue
This is like a Fall Out Boy Albumn, baby...
[My heart is the worst kind of weapon]
And by the time that I'm done
Everyone will be singing your eulogy
Because the way that you treated me,
Honey, that was your funeral

  And your tombstone reads
  Here lies Sara
  She broke a poet's heart
  And poets always kiss and tell
We gathered here today
To see the [not-so] dear depart
And she will be missed
On days that seem so bad
[Vulgar infidelity]
Could be the best I ever had
  Here lies Sara
  She broke a poet's heart
  And now she's just a line in a song

I can't believe the way that you blind sided me
I never saw it til it landed
This is like a Cursive albumn, baby
[It seems that I've caught you red handed]
And by the time that I'm done
This poem will be your obituary
It's rather fitting really
Since these are the last words I'm wasting on you

  Sleep sound while you can
  Pressed into chests
    Where you shouldn't be kneading
    Soothed by a stranger's heart beating
      Thinking I didn't know you were cheating
      But at the end of the day, when you look in the mirror
        You have to know that you did me wrong
        Losing me is the regret of a lifetime, baby
          But you're just a line in a song.


  Here lies Sara
  She broke a poet's heart
  And poets always kiss and tell
We gathered here to day
To see the [not-so] dear depart
And she will be missed
On days that seem so bad
[Vulgar infidelity]
Could be the best I ever had
  Here lies Sara
  She broke a poet's heart
  And now she's just a line in a song