besitos - ptv

ur my favorite explosion a violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words (with no words) a drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me "u’d better not get back up" i spit my heart into this red cup better pick it back up, it might ruin ur night (ruin your night) and she said "baby, leave the water by the bed for later. i woke up without a single drop” i told myself "im tired of holding up ur backup plans" go down ur list and be satisfied if all u have is not enough she said paint a picture on me throw ur dress up and ur heart away yeah, i heard what u said (no), a friend of a friend these strangers at the party never paid and if that doesn't turn u on i’ll keep talking til something does as we're covered in sand, u roll over and smile (smile, smile) i told myself "im tired of holding up ur backup plans" go down ur list and be satisfied it’s all you have and until that day (that day) i’ll steal u flowers from the cemetery, red roses red rose of the dead how does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head ? so say it (say it, say), say "im in love" cause u called me crying (crying), crying (crying) from ur job said u just got fired and u dont have a backup plan so dont expect me to understand a diamond bullet and a gun made of gold she was covered in blood, last seen in san francisco yeah, alright (we all break down) sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends when they were there from beginning to end (there from beginning to end) i’m tired of holding up ur backup plans go down ur list and be satisfied it’s all you have u know i’ve never held a gun in my life but now i carry one around in case i see u tonight bedroom walls, oh, these bedroom walls oh, i hate what it tastes like woo besitos - by ptv asher / dad