Pierce the Veil - Caraphernelia текст песни

Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do
that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about you.)
This dizzy dreamer and her bleeding little blue boy.
Between your fingers like a diamond.
You decide there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder
breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun in as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Nobody prays for the heartless. (NO!)
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my mom about this little girl from Texas.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.

Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine
that feeds what I need.

So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Am I invisible ink like a shadow on the wall?
Just go, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.

So, what if I can't forget you?
Oh, baby, I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
And what's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)

What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What's so good about?
What's so good about?
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Oh.