cutting and running is just logical
obvious when a lover turns enemy
i am the same man that i used to be
i look the same in a lineup at least
across a battlefield
oh, i can’t deny anything that’s written down in ink
but oh, eventually there's bound to be a jubilee

for the devil you know
who's calling to ask for one more chance to break your heart

women and whiskey are persuasive
at making me forget you
regret stacked up on grief
like any existential crisis
you can’t know what the price is
until you feel the flame

a gun to your head and a choice that breaks your heart
to stay and double down or find a way to fall out of love

with the devil you know
who's calling to ask for one more chance to break your heart
the devil you know
who's calling to ask for one more chance to break your heart
pure joy, it never existed
or i used to resist it
now i know too well
that good things and bad things always mingle
no stories are simple, landmines under feet

from the devil you know
who's calling to ask for one more chance to break your heart
the devil you know
who's calling to ask for one more chance to break your heart