Pierce the Veil Follow

You're my favorite option
A violin with no hands
Plays symphonies with no ends
A drawing board with no eyes
Prays someone out there's telling me

You're better off with that girl
I spill my heart into this red cup
And I'm thinking back up
And now who in here lied?

And she said
Meet right here at the water
By the next door neighbor
I woke up without a single job

I told myself
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
Until you listen be satisfied
If all you have is not enough

She said, paint a picture of me
So you dress up, hand your heart away?
Yeah, I heard what you said
A friend of a friendly strangers at the party never paid

And you're stopped as I 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

It's all you have and until that day

I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery
Red roses, red, red rose of the dead
How does it feel to be so stuck inside my head?

Say it, say I'm in luck
'Cause you called me crying
Crying from your job
Said you just got fired

And you don't have no backup plans
So don't expect me to understand

A silent blow
And a gun made of gold
She was covered in blood
Last seen in San Francisco

We all breakdown
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friend
But they were there from beginning to end

I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
The day you listen, be satisfied
It's all you have

You know I never held a gun in my life
But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight
Bedroom walls, all these bedroom walls
Oh, I hate what it tastes like

You're my favorite option
A violin with no hands
Plays symphonies with no ends