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 said 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 couldnt 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 I thought of
Your petals and the abuse
They've been through

I lost my head
You couldnt come this
Lust to my brain almost
Feels like a gun

Your lost your head
I couldnt come
This lust to my brain almost Feels like a gun

I told the angels can't stay in Heaven I asked the devil

If we cut up 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 couldnt come this
Lust to my brain almost
Feels like a gun