Post Nuclear Dance Party
I woke up on the floor
Can anybody hear my call?
Well I guess it's better than a fight for blood
The pain is gone
Just a little left till dawn
I think I'm better off just drowning in the flood
It was one last try coming out of desperation
Only two shots left, can't afford hesitation
And the three bruises on my neck you left for fun
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can I stay for the night?
My head is killing me
Both my legs are sore
I can't remember anything at all
Broken glass
Tiny pieces of golden brass
I feel the room, I hear a sound
It tastes familiar now
I got one shot left, gotta make sure that it counts
Two bullets in the chamber, that's a third of the amount of times
You took my love for granted
With the love bombs that you've planted
Five minutes on the clock awaiting detonation
And I'm sick of all the drama, all the pain and suffocation
And the seven hundred reasons you always say I'm not enough
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can I stay for the night?
My head is killing me
Both my legs are sore
I can't remember anything at all
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can you stay for the night?
My head is hurting from the fight
And I can hear them
Knocking at my door
Can anybody hear my call?
Well I guess it's better than a fight for blood
The pain is gone
Just a little left till dawn
I think I'm better off just drowning in the flood
It was one last try coming out of desperation
Only two shots left, can't afford hesitation
And the three bruises on my neck you left for fun
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can I stay for the night?
My head is killing me
Both my legs are sore
I can't remember anything at all
Broken glass
Tiny pieces of golden brass
I feel the room, I hear a sound
It tastes familiar now
I got one shot left, gotta make sure that it counts
Two bullets in the chamber, that's a third of the amount of times
You took my love for granted
With the love bombs that you've planted
Five minutes on the clock awaiting detonation
And I'm sick of all the drama, all the pain and suffocation
And the seven hundred reasons you always say I'm not enough
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can I stay for the night?
My head is killing me
Both my legs are sore
I can't remember anything at all
Let's go home tonight
My vision's turning black and white
And I can't see straight anymore
I'm running for the door
Can you stay for the night?
My head is hurting from the fight
And I can hear them
Knocking at my door
Credits
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