I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight White lies, you've worn out all dancing shoes this time
give us war-worn lipstick by the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
give us war-worn, been calling you all week for my shotgun
Pick up the phone Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like) bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty) I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby) wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well you don't say And well I can explain what happened to my faith last night I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins And I can't complain the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart I wanna see what your insides may be