Love stuff usually gets worse late at night

Last night's full moon
your hands, cold as hell
last night's full moon
reflected in neverending corridors.

'Cause you seemed polite
faking compliments everytime
I was willing to see you soon
in last night's full moon.

Having pressed my main button
rebooting's meant to be risky
forever, never, ever
you'd better come back to jail.

'Cause you seemed polite
faking compliments everytime
gonna block you on Facebook
'till last night's full moon.

'Cause you seemed polite
until the last night
not sure if I'm right
but my pride is craving to fight.

Against yours...
Against yours...
Against yours.