Letra de
When I Get Home, You're So Dead

The words are coming, I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to end like this?
100 times?
Cause baby, you weren't the first or the last or the worst
And I've got to fill the blanks in this past with a verse
We could sit around and cry but frankly
You're not worth it
Anymore
Chorus
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table
That you're under, lipstick lullabyes
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and I
Verse 2
On any other day you'd shoot the boy
But your simple toy had caused a scene like this
Leave you hanging on the wall
Just a picture in the hall
Like 100 more
Consider this a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty
Cause this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore
Chorus
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table
That you're under, lipstick lullabyes
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and
Bridge
Your name remains the saaaa-a-ame
And all that has changed is this pretty face
So pull the trigger it never gets closer
You wanna start over
But never start over
So pull the trigger it never get closer
You wanna start over
But never start over
Chorus
So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table
That you're under, lipstick lullabyes
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is
Girls make boys cry and
THE END