If we cut out the bed
Well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And you lied to the angels
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
Now clean up the mess
I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
Watch you bite into the bottle
Watch me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed at you just on air
I had thought of those petals so perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they’ve been through
I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa
I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If we cut out the bed well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death
I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun
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