If We Cut Out The Bed

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 Angels

Said I Stabbed You To Death

If We Go At The Same Time

Now Clean Up The Mess



I Lost My Head

You Couldn't Come

This Loss To My Brain Almost Feels Like A Gun



Watch You Bite Into The Bottle

Watch Me Kick Out The Chair

Let You Chew Up The Glass

And Laughed At You Just On Air

I Had Thought Of Those Petals So Perfectly Pure

Then I Thought Of Your Petals

And The Abuse They've Been Through



I Lost My Head

You Couldn't Come

This Loss To My Brain Almost Feels Like A Gun

You Lost Your Head

I Couldn't Come

This Loss 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 Bed 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 Loss To My Brain Almost Feels Like A Gun

You Lost Your Head

I Couldn't Come

This Loss To My Brain Almost Feels Just Like A Gun