I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, 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, f***r.
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not f***g 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).
Well you don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my face
Late last night
I sleep 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