You're my favorite explosion.
A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,
You'd better not get back up!
I spit my heart into this red cup.
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.
And she said,
"Baby, leave the water by the bed for later,
and I woke up without a single drop.
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
(True love comes from more than just the heart)
She said paint a picture on me,
throw your dress up and your heart away.
Yeah, I heard what you said.
A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
And if that doesn't turn you on.
I'll keep talking till something does.
As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile.
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
and until that day,
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
Red rose of the dead.
How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside my head?
So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me
crying from your job, said you just got fired.
And you don't have a backup plan,
so don't expect me to understand.
(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)
Yeah!
We all breakdown.
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends,
but they were there from beginning to end.
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
You know I've never held a gun in my life,
but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
Bedroom walls.
Oh, these bedroom walls.
Oh, I hate what it tastes like.