I'm Low On Gas and You Need a Jacket - Pierce The Veil

Choke, tried to wash you down with something strong

Dry but the taste of blood remains (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 (to see the sun)

You slide into bed while I get drunk

Slow conversations with a gun

Mean 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 bitch at the club (yeah!)

Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoes

Well, fuck, 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.

Hope you had a really good time, good time

And I will 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