I said, we′ll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, 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-worn, I′ve been calling you all week
for my shotgun

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker

I wanna see what your insides look like
I bet you′re not fucking pretty on the inside
I wanna see what your insides look like
I wanna see ′em

Well you don′t say
And well I can explain what happened to my face
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and 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 wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be