The Final Blow of "Love"

Your life depends on mine And your dayjob ties you to the ground You want more, but you just might lose your head And end up crawling back to bed Mix a potion with emotion And let's trade senses Break down our fences So absorb it in a minute And then no regrets I did it all for you You want more You want more But you just might glide and hit the floor And every day And every night You conform to the chores in your life Put your heads together Run and save your skin Rack your brains and lead the way For a lifetime you may think you're drawn by will But all depends on what you go through Put your hand on your heart And say the things that please you Let your iron fist run wild Search your soul and find starvation Then steal back some of that spine And spend some more of my time Your little business cards were all So very tongue in cheek Since cleaning up my stove Was all you would do Oh I never meant to hurt you So I could've spared you for that final blow of "love"