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