I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes 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
Just give war-worn, I've been calling you week for my shotgun
Pick up the phone Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look (I wanna see what your insides look like) I you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty) I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby) I wanna see 'em (Not so)
you don't say And well I can explain what happened to my faith Late last I sleep in empty pools and vacant And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins And when I can't complain With the falling rain
I wanna save your heart I wanna see what your insides may be