Letras:Falling Out. Anatomy Of A Gun. Anatomy Of A Gun.

Five sips of acid to wash down all
Four Memories of us three what used to be
Before the two of us fought over one of you
There's nothing left to me
There's nothing left to say
It's like the broken heart you gave to me
But threw it all away
Was I just another way for you to get back at him
For everything he did to you, but I'm the one it kills
With the bullet in the gun barrel pointed at my skull
Spin the cylinder three times then make sure the hammer's cocked
If it is, pull the trigger in slow motion
If it pierces though my skull then it wasn't meant to be,
But it nothing else goes wrong then please won't you see?
Maybe I'm the one maybe you're in love with me.

Bleed my veins to your dress, bleed them quickly from my chest.
Place your mark on me put it where they all can see
The bloody lips from my last kiss, the misery that came from me
And this disease, please don't rescue me.

Lie dead for you you're better off alone,
Russian roulette, cost my brains to your head
As blood races down your face
Reflections of your style, pretty smile decorate the bullet aimed at me...

Put one bullet in the chamber spin the cylinder three times
Then make sure the hammer's cocked, if it is, pull the trigger
If it pierces through my skull then it wasn't meant to be
But if nothing else goes wrong then please won't you see?

Lie dead for you you're better off alone,
Russian roulette, cost my brains to your head
As blood races down your face
Reflections of your style, pretty smile decorate the bullet aimed at me...

Aim the barrel toward my face, pull the trigger into place
Send me straight down to the ground and hide me so that I'm not found
Dismember my body and the anatomy of your gun...

Lie dead for you you're better off alone,
Russian roulette, cost my brains to your head
As blood races down your face
Reflections of your style, pretty smile decorate the bullet aimed at me