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 pureThen 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
I love Thunderstorms and I
miss my Bestest
Friend in the whole World.
