Hard

E Stilettos clicking on the concrete, two shells in an old 12 gauge Broken nails, mascara trails, 20 more steps until she turns the page E Two lovers sprawled on bed, and just a single pane of glass Smash, point, pull, blast – send him and her bestie to the past C7 D7 Well, the price of love is just too damn high, C7 D7 But it costs even more when you just don’t care Revenge served hot, and no more crosses to bear E Chrome stele wrapped on her wrists, backseat squad car exile One last glance at the bodies, through hard eyes and a twisted smile C7 D7 Well the price of love s just too damn high C7 D7 But it costs even more when you just don’t care Alone in her cell there won’t be no more crosses to bear