Lyrics
If we cut out the bad, 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, they'll clean up the mess
Chorus
I lost my head, you couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
Watch you bite into the bottle, watch me kick out the chair.
Let you chew on the glass and laugh as you just hung there.
I had thought of rose petals,
most imperfectly pure.
Then I thought of your petals
and the abuse they've been through.
I lost my head, you couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
You lost your head, I couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a, almost feels like a, almost feels like a gun whoa, whoa.
I told the angels, can't stay in heaven
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil.
If we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left.
Like I cut up your angels, yeah you stabbed me to death.
I lost me head, you couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
You lost your head, I couldn't come.
this lust to my brain almost feels just like a gun, yeah.
I lost my head, you couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
I lost my head, you couldn't come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a, almost feel like a, almost feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a...
