The Used Follow

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 to the angels

Said I stabbed you to death

If we go at the same time

They'll clean up the mess

I lost my head

You couldn't come

This lust 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 hung there

I had thought of rose 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 lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head

I couldn't come

This lust 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 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 couldn't come

This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head

I couldn't come

This lust to my brain almost feels just like a gun