Cut Up Angels The Used

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
I lost my head
You couldn't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

[Verse 2]
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 had thought of rose petals most perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they've been through

[Chorus]
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
Almost feels like a gun
Almost feels like a gun
Woah, woah