Besitos

You're my favorite explosion

A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words

A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me

You'd better not get back up!

I spit my heart into this red cup

I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night

And she said: Baby, leave the water by the bed for later

I woke up without a single drop

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans

Go down your list and be satisfied, if all you have is not enough

(True love comes from more than just the heart)

She said, paint a picture of me

Throw your dress up and your heart away

Yeah I heard what you said

A friend of a friend these strangers at the party never paid

And if that doesn't turn you on

I'll keep talking till something does

And as we're covered in sand you roll over and smile

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans

Go down your list and be satisfied, it's all you have

And until that day

I'll steal your flowers from the cemetery, red roses

Red rose of the dead

How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head?

So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me

Crying from your job, said you just got fired

And you don't have a backup plan

So don't expect me to understand

(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold)

(She was covered in blood, last seen in San Francisco)

Yeah!

We all breakdown

Sometimes these bedroom walls become my only friend

But, they were there from beginning to end

I'm tired of holding up your backup plans

Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have

You know I've never held a gun in my life

But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight

Bedroom walls

Oh, these bedroom walls

Oh, I hate what it tastes like