The Weakend - You've Got Style Kid. You've Got Style. lyrics

Kiss me mid-sentence and cut me off before I say too much* You and I both know we can't screw this one up So close your eyelids and slit my throat I would rather choke red ribbons before than let this trigger go Before I get the chance to pull Now that it's August, the nights are getting longer Which gives us more time to cover up the evidence I never said it would be easy to pick up pieces from your past But tonight, let's dine and dance and leave their bodies in the gra** Thank you disaster, for bringing me this accident Thank you misfortune, for now I think I'm fortunate Thank you coincidence, for I'm finally coining sense In a way, away, a way you're just enough to raise the body count Enough to raise our guns Point at the targets with our fingers and drop them to the ground A monotonous routine to retrieve your life from the loss of theirs Take everything back to mend the pieces from addictions in the past We'll bring their dental records with us as a reminder We'll pave the way for aspiring a**a**ins and lovers towards their fate So I kicked right through the front door And decided exactly what our two lives were for The switchblade switched place as I wrapped an arm around her neck "How does it feel to know you can't look back?" As the blade scores collars and the blood stains hardwood floors I'll keep my shoulders close to home so when black angels hear forced requiems And chase forced victims through the empty streets You'll have somewhere to open your eyes as I black out the colored sky This is where I scream at the top of my lungs This is where the road ends at the barrel of a gun This is where it's safe to open your eyes as I black out the colored sky