"Besitos" You're my favorite explosion. (You know the only real way
to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new
distracts the old.) A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no
words. A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's
telling me, You'd better not get back up! I spit my heart into this
red cup. I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night. And
she said, "Baby, leave the water by the bed for later, and I woke
up without a single drop. I told myself I'm tired of holding up
your backup plans. Go down your list and be satisfied if all you
have is not enough. (True love comes from more than just the heart)
She said paint a picture on me, throw your dress up and your heart
away. Yeah, I heard what you said. A friend of a friend, these
strangers at the party never paid. And if that doesn't turn you on.
I'll keep talking till something does. As we're covered in sand,
you roll over and smile. I told myself I'm tired of holding up your
backup plans. Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have.
And until that day, I'll steal you 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 I'm in love, cause you called me
crying from your job, said you just got fired. And you don't have a
backup plan, so don't expect me to understand. (A diamond bullet
and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San
Francisco) Yeah! We all breakdown. Sometimes the bedroom walls
become my only friends, but they were there from beginning to end.
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. Go down your list and be
satisfied it's all you have. You know I've never held a gun in my
life, but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight. Bedroom
walls. Oh, these bedroom walls. Oh, I hate what it tastes like.