Bury Me In Black

I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight

White lies, 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 wanna see what your insides look like)

I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)

I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)

I wanna see 'em (Not so)

Well you don't say

And well I can explain what happened to my faith

Late last night

I sleep 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