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