Lyrics

I put it all on black
No color, you're all dressed in
And a stab in the back
Left you bleeding on the floor
And I'm mourning the death
The recent passing of your insides
I smile in regret
Every time I think of how I spoke to you

I put it all in back
Of my mind where I hold you
I'm just trying to keep track
Of how far back it really goes
And I'm living in lack
Of the blood sent from the heavens
I'm just trying to relax
As the killer's waiting right outside my door

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What's black and white
What's red all over?
This tired bullet says
"Organ donor"

Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering
Of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free
From all the comforts of home
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss
To say I'll never really know

I put 'em all in black
The four walls of my bedroom
And I trimmed them in red
Peeled your picture off the wall
And I'm living in lack
Of the blood sent from your heartbeat
That arrived in your neck
Every time I salivated over you

What's upside down
What's coated in silver?
This crucifix says
"My four-leaf clover"

Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering
Of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free
From all the comforts of home
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss
To say I'll never really know

One of these days
It's gonna catch up to you
Throwing looks like those around
And one of these nights
I promise to you
I'll soon be sleeping sound
As soon as I leave town

Writer(s): Matt Skiba, Daniel Andriano, Derek Grant, Matthew Thomas Skiba

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