Wrong kind of love

Nothing's prettier
than a pretty girl digging
a heart shaped hole in the ground
Hear that sound?
That's the fortress 'round your heart crumbling down. Feeling like
like you kinda
like the feeling
feel like falling
head over heels
into the hole
that she's digging
and you're thinking you should go
cause you know
that she wants the wrong kind of love
wants the kind of love you can't give her
She wants the wrong kind of love
but you don't hold that against her
'cause if that's the kind of love she wants
then that's just the kind of love you'll have to give her.
Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight
'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong
wrong kind of love
Like a tombstone in a snowstorm
she's so cool, pale and gloomy
Her affection for affliction's
just sleight of hand
a stolen picture taken from some loving fool
who just like you
mutely surrendered
and this snapshot of the
future is a map of your undoing
'cause you know that you should go but you don't go
though she wants the wrong kind of love
wants the kind of love you can't can give her
She wants the wrong kind of love
but you don't hold that against her
'cause if that's the kind of love she wants
then that's just the kind of love
you'll have to get her
Come beg, borrow, steal, or fight
'cause you never felt nothing so real or right as this wrong
wrong kind of love
Your love's a tale told by idiots
signifying nothing more than a wise hunger for destruction
for in the temple of your loving
scrawled upon the wall just there behind the portrait of yourself
there lies a prayer written in your hand
it says, "Girl, come and destroy me."
And you know
why you don't go
'Cause you want the wrong kind of love
want the kind of love no one can give you
You want the wrong kind of love
and she's just the girl to give it to you
And if you beg to object
well I will beg you to reconsider
'cause this little twist in the story
is just the seed of your salvation
'cause this wrong
wrong kind of love
wrong kind of love
is your kind of love