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 pure

Then 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