Yes, I'll be leaving in the morning
By the chill that you gave me I will ride
I will tear out my insides
Just to find a place to hide

And I don't wanna hurt you anymore

You got the dagger but I got the revolver
As we rolled and we tumbled to the floor
I've been shot upside the ceiling
Is it just these drugs I'm feeling?

And I don't want to lie to you no more

Now this advice I will lend
To spend until the end
A guitar's a man's best friend
And these rules were made to be broken
Made to be broken, made to be broken, made to be

Now I'm trying— trying to make myself uneasy
And I haven't got the guts to make you cry
The Lord will tell me one thing
But I knows I got to do something

And I don't want to hurt you anymore

Now this advice I will lend
Keep spending 'til the end
Know some things are meant to be spoken
And these rules are made to be broken
Made to be broken, made to be broken I say