Testo Besitos Pierce The Veil

Besitos

You're my favorite option.
A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no ends.
A drawing board with no eyes prays someone out there's telling me,
"You're better off with that girl."
I spill my heart into this red cup.
And I'm thinking back up, and now who in here lied?

And she said, "meet right here at the water by the next door neighbor."
I woke up without a single job.
I told myself. I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Until you listen. Be satisfied, if all you have is not enough.

She said, paint a picture of me.
So you dress up, hand your heart away?
Yeah I heard what you said.
A friend of a friendly strangers at the party never paid.
And you're stopped as I turn you on.
I'll keep talking till something does.
And as we're covered in sand you roll over and smile.

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Until you listen, be satisfied it's all you have.
And until that day.
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
Red rows of the dead.
How does it feel to be stuck inside my head?

Say it, say I'm in luck cause you called me crying.
Crying, from your job, said you just got fired.
And you don't have no backup plans.
Don't expect me to understand.

A silent blow and a gun made of gold she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco.

We all breakdown.
Sometimes these bedroom walls become my only friend.
But, they were there from beginning to end.

I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
The day you listen, be satisfied it's all you have.
You know I never had the gun in my heart.
But, now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
Bedroom walls, all these bedroom walls.
Oh I hate what it tastes like.