bare minimum

I was your pocket aces
You're a seven-two off suit
My luck was always shit
Especially when it came to you
You can call it bad luck or maybe bad judgment I should've listened when they said
Run, run, run, it doesn't get any better
Just run, run, run
I was never any good at learning from other people's mistakes
You keep bending me over, I'll eventually break

Your love is a weapon
I was so fucking pathetic
And I'll become just like the rest and you'll paint yourself a victim again
Well sex isn't leverage
But you use it how you want it
And if I really loved you then I'd just shut up and take it

When did begging for more become begging for the bare minimum?
All of my spite and all of your pride, I'm lucky that I made it out alive
Well, when they said run, run, run, I swear I thought it'd get better
Can't run, run, run when I'm tied to your anchor
fill my veins with all of your poison
It's an acquired taste. the buzz is starting to bore me

Your love is a weapon
and I was so fucking pathetic
I'll become just like the rest and you'll paint yourself a victim again
Well sex isn't leverage
But you use it how you want it
And if I really loved you then I'd just shut up and take it