Close up camera one
The hero sings in this scene
The boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get married

But stop the tape,
The sunset still looks fake to me
The hero looks like he can't breathe

The damsel just left everything

You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa


Oh close up camera two
Cause the hero dies in this scene
Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything

And flashback on the girl
As we montage every memory
And we bleed out in the bathroom sink

And we fade out as the soundtrack sings:

You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa


She said get your hands off of my star
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragic

Get your hands off of my star
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragic


And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic

Oh this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic.


You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
You're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa


You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa whoa
You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa whoa-ahh

And this jealous actress has a habit

Whoa