Temptation

In the ruins of Sunday morning choices

Saturday is strewn onto the floor

Quietly sifting through someone else's love

Leaving nothing but regret and the squeaking of the door

The wind whips breath from Philadelphia

Feels like a high speed crash into the cold

But the only thing that breaks you is the remaining smell of him

And crooked posters hung on walls where you never should have been

Blame it on faulty information

Blame it on just wanting to be loved

Blame it on whatever helps you make it through tonight

Blame it on that thing you feel you're least proud of

Ooooh

Temptation

It won't release your heart

Ooooh

Temptation

Is tearing you apart

Ooooh

Temptation

It makes us who we are

Another taste is never too far

The stack of nights like this grows longer

Good intentions won't ever make it right

Whispering I love you and wasting all your breath

Grasp for the intangible and know there's nothing left

How many times can you start over

Knowing the end result before you should

Planning out your exit next to lover's with no name

Once again retrieving early morning's shame

Blame it on faulty information

Blame it on just wanting to be loved

Blame it on whatever helps you make it through tonight

Blame it on that thing you feel you're least proud of

Ooooh

Temptation

It won't release your heart

Ooooh

Temptation

Is tearing you apart

Ooooh

Temptation

It makes us who we are

Another taste is never too far

Another taste is never too far