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