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