Lyrics This Valentine Ain't No Saint - The Juliana Theory

This Valentine Ain't No Saint

You got away with murder and all I got was the brunt
You were swinging you words like punches.
It was your shot, your shot, your shot
At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart
I’m never telling you that I’m sorry, cause it’s your fault, your fault,
your fault
But now that you’re gone everything is all right.
In fact I’m better off this
way
Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.
I’ll never throw my heart away
You like to point your finger, but girl you know it’s not that hard
You told me that I was heartless, but that’s what you got so wrong
At least I got away with your money, and all you got was my heart
I’m never telling you that I’m sorry, cause it’s your fault, your fault,
your fault
I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down
But now that you’re gone everything is all right.
In fact I’m better off this
way
Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.
(Shot down again, already dead)
I’ll never throw my heart away
I was minding my own business when you sought me out to shoot me down
Where were you when I needed you?
You just sought me out to shoot me down
Come on and get it
Murder
But now that you’re gone everything is all right.
In fact I’m better off this
way
Now that you’re dead to me it’s all right.
(Shot down again, already dead)
I never throw my heart away
Goodbye, goodbye Valentine…
That’s what you want.
That’s what you’ll get