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 angel
said i stabbed you to death
if we go at the same time
they'll clean up the mess
i lost my head
you couldn’t come
this lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
watched you bite into the bottle
watched me kick out the chair
let you chew up the glass
and laughed as you just hung there
i have thought of rose petals mostly perfect and 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 gun
whoa whoa
i told the angels
cant stay in heaven
i asked 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 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 gun
