Text: Bullet For My Valentine. Bittersweet Memories.

You turn me off by the push of a button,
Then you pretend that I don't mean nothing.
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell,
But guess what, honey, you ain't no angel.

You like to scream these words as a weapon,
Well go ahead, take your best shot, woman.
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, honey, it's not that easy.

We get so complicated. (Complicated!)
These fingers full of memories.
So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down, burn them all.

Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor,
Bury them to just make sure

That nothing more is left of me.
Just bittersweet memories.
Memories... ahh...
I wanna run & escape from your prison,

But when I leave I feel like something is missing.
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell.
This can't be heaven,
It feels like I'm in hell.

You're like a drug that I can't stop taking.
I want more & I can't stop craving.
I still want you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, honey, you're not that good for me.

We get so complicated. (Complicated!)
These fingers full of memories.
So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down, burn them all.

Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor,
Bury them to just make sure

That nothing more is left of me,
Just bittersweet memories.
Just bittersweet memories.

We get so complicated.
These fingers full of memories.
We get so complicated. (complicated, complicated...)

So rip my pictures from your wall.
Tear them down, burn them all.

Light the fire, walk away.
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor,
Bury them to just make sure

That nothing more is left of me,
Just bittersweet memories.
Woah oh oh oh (x3)
There's nothing left to say
Woah oh oh oh (x3)