All those hopes of love and glory left you The stitches are still itching as you walk Your fractures healed by themselves in a trench Left your bones corrupt like ancient kings Of Egypt Have you seen them? No? The code of honor did not do you well But the laws of attraction, still apply So grab your pen and begin scribbling on a paper A love song, a love song This is a love song It will heal you, patch you up properly Reset your bones to default And drain your nightly PTSD in a flood Of sweet memories Of something long lost The code of honor did not do you well But thе laws of physics still apply So grab that pen and smash it Make it sharp, stick it in my vein Usе it My blood is your ink Your ink is my blood Start writing a love song You better start writing