I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket
Try but the taste of blood remains
Cold, empty mattresses and falling stars
My, how they start to look the same
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, it's cold outside
No, no more eyes to see the sun
You slide into bed while I get drunk
Slow conversations with a gun
Meaning more than I've ever said to anyone
Anyone
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, let's go inside
It'll be alright
But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
Almost fought some b**** at the club
Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes
Well, f*** what, am I supposed to be impressed?
You're just another set of bones to lay to rest
I guess it's time to say goodnight, I hope you had a really good time
Good time
I'll soon forget the color of your eyes and you'll forget mine
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
"Let's go in style"
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Let's go outside
It'll be alright
But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables
Writer/s: MICHAEL FUENTES, VICTOR FUENTES