I said
We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
I lied
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
I've been calling you all week
For my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker

I want to see what you're insides look like
I bet you're not fuckin' pretty on the inside
I want to see what you're insides look like
I want to see him

Well you don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my face
Late last night
I'm sleepin next to pools in 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 want to save your heart
I want to see what your insides may be