La Petite Mort
I really know how to make a night to remember
How to make these fragrant roses smell like shit
Spent all this time getting ready
Making yourself beautiful
All for me
All for tonight
All for yourself
All for this demanding moment that I've brought to tears
Oh, my Little Death
I'm such a hero
My armor must blind you
The rags I wear underneath it all
They polish it so very fucking well
It's a guy like me who you'll remember
When the instinct to achieve
Pushes you so ever forward
And it's a guy like me who you'll remember
When you get angry at scaring yourself over nothing
Over thunder and lightning
Yours is the face I'll see
When I've corroded all the mirrors with so much hate
That all I'll see is you
All that will be left is you
Anything but what is mine
When I've hated away everything else
Yours is the face I'll see when I learn in heart
The meaning of letting go
After years of holding on
Has directed my life against itself so many fucking times
That I'm no longer sure of who I am or who you were
I'll feed you every nightmare
I'll show you every scar
Scabs hang from me like wasted years
And somehow you should like this?
What is it about love that blinds and fills the void?
Makes a beaten body beautiful to behold?
Every word I've ever spoken has been sired with a knife
They fall from a sour source
The stabbing follows married to my past
I've consummated every flaw
My skin has seen so much blood
I've labeled every problem for you
Help me to stay this way
Help me stay automatic
Help me
I don't know why
That's just what you're supposed to do
When you're in love
Or so I hear
So why don't you come over here
And sharpen all your claws on what I fear?
Well ok
Fuck it
"Shut up, let's dance"
I've got so much to show you
I'll pick you up tomorrow
Well ok
Fuck it
"Shut up, let's dance"
I've got so much to show you
I'll pick you up tomorrow
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
So down
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
How to make these fragrant roses smell like shit
Spent all this time getting ready
Making yourself beautiful
All for me
All for tonight
All for yourself
All for this demanding moment that I've brought to tears
Oh, my Little Death
I'm such a hero
My armor must blind you
The rags I wear underneath it all
They polish it so very fucking well
It's a guy like me who you'll remember
When the instinct to achieve
Pushes you so ever forward
And it's a guy like me who you'll remember
When you get angry at scaring yourself over nothing
Over thunder and lightning
Yours is the face I'll see
When I've corroded all the mirrors with so much hate
That all I'll see is you
All that will be left is you
Anything but what is mine
When I've hated away everything else
Yours is the face I'll see when I learn in heart
The meaning of letting go
After years of holding on
Has directed my life against itself so many fucking times
That I'm no longer sure of who I am or who you were
I'll feed you every nightmare
I'll show you every scar
Scabs hang from me like wasted years
And somehow you should like this?
What is it about love that blinds and fills the void?
Makes a beaten body beautiful to behold?
Every word I've ever spoken has been sired with a knife
They fall from a sour source
The stabbing follows married to my past
I've consummated every flaw
My skin has seen so much blood
I've labeled every problem for you
Help me to stay this way
Help me stay automatic
Help me
I don't know why
That's just what you're supposed to do
When you're in love
Or so I hear
So why don't you come over here
And sharpen all your claws on what I fear?
Well ok
Fuck it
"Shut up, let's dance"
I've got so much to show you
I'll pick you up tomorrow
Well ok
Fuck it
"Shut up, let's dance"
I've got so much to show you
I'll pick you up tomorrow
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
Tomorrow
(So I can bring you down)
So down
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
La Petite Mort
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Matthews
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