Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bulletsI'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things
We put each other through andI would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it runningBut this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everythingI'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go coldUntil the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end ofI'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know, how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go coldBut this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everyAll we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean thisAll we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean thisAs lead rains, pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame on burning
Forever, and everKnow how much I want to show you, you're the only one
Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gunAnd as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever
Songwriters
Matt Pelissier;Frank Iero;Raymond Toro;Gerard Arthur Way;Michael James WayPublished by
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