Sucker Past Love Affair

When love turned into a memory inside my head machine,
and everything became some fading images in a good time gone,
you try to run and find the point of no return,
but if the door is open, I tell you, you'd better run.

Because now you'll only serve as a decoy, oh babe,
Something I'll use to feel this whole inside myself.
You'll become just one more pawn over my board,
and I could drink your feelings, to feed my soul and ease my greef, like a hypocrite heart vampire.