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 wanna see what your insides look like) 

I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty) 

I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby) 

I wanna see 'em (Not so) 



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