I was going to provide a detailed context, then I realised that you probably don't care, and I couldn't be bothered to type out the story.
She says he's going straight to nowhere
He should buy a ticket home
She's a straight line in a sharp bend
And he's an ending on her road
He's got no time to be a frontman
Tie his shoes or wear his clothes
She'll find a way to twist his fingers
He'll find a way to break her bones
And he's a doctor
He says he's certified
But she knows that is wrong
When she just looks into his eyes
He'll mend her heartbreak
She says that he has the cure
But that medicine don't kick in
Like it used to any more
But God loves a trier
And the devil loves a sin
And I guess he'll be a liar
And she'll take it on the chin
He's left alone
And he doesn't know
She's in control
And he sees her ghost
Every time he looks into her eyes
And what he knows is wrong
Is what she'll say is right
He knows she means it
When she says "I love you" back
She knows just how to tease him
Keep him happy, it's an act
And in the arms of all mistakes
Comes the collision of a word
From the fragile sense of "sorry"
To the promise he misheard
But God loves a trier
And the devil loves a sin
And I guess she'll be a liar
And he'll take it on the chin
He's left alone
And he doesn't know
She's in control
And he sees her ghost
Every time he looks into her eyes
And what he knows is wrong
Is what she'll say is right
But God loves a trier
And the devil loves a sin
And I guess I'll be a liar
And I'll take it on the chin
