I don't give head; just headlines.

Well it started with one;
And counted up to three.
Baby I wasn't what you wanted;
Or even what I said I'd be.

Cause you see; here's a secret;
Something you hadn't known.
I wasn't able to hold you back;
So I pretended to let go.

I wasn't built to last;
Only to out last what I've done.
I wasn't built to out walk.
I was built to out run.

Well it seems like we're back
To the root of our mistakes.
Baby it wasn't what I'd wanted;
Or even what I'd take.

Cause you see;
Here's the thing;
Something you should have known.
I'm not very fond;
Of being the one to let go.

I wasn't built to give head;
Only headlines of your past.
I wasn't built pathetic;
Only sympathetic of what'd last.
You say all is forgiven;
And yet here at the gallows I stand.
And I ask one question of you;
Who's blood is on whose hands?