I said, We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this timeJust give us war, worn lipstick by the door if I inflameThese eyes, have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive lightJust give us war, war, I've been calling you all week
For my, shotgunPick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fuckerI wanna see what you're insides look like
I bet you're not so fuckin' pretty on the inside
I wanna see what you're insides look like
I wanna see 'emWell you don't say and well I can't explain
What happened to my faith, late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm goin' through, shot lip gloss through my veins
And well I can't complain, with the falling rainC'monI wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
Songwriters
Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Bob Bryar;Gerard Arthur Way;Michael James WayPublished by
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