Cute Without the E

Your lipstick is gone
Look, don't bother, angel
I know exactly what goes on

When everything you get is everything that you wanted
Well, which would you prefer?
My finger on the trigger or me face down, dead across your floor?
Me face down, dead across your floor
Me face down, dead across your floor
Just as long as this thing's loaded

And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking, this all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking, this all was only wishful thinking
Let's go

Don't bother trying to explain, angel
I know exactly what goes on when you're on it
Hope that I'm outside of your window
Hope that I'm outside of your window
Well, then you can get down, call first
It's such a simple, simple game

And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking, this all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head?
This all was only wishful thinking, this all was only wishful thinking
Let's go

Hoping for the best, just hoping nothing happens
Passing traffic lights and ran on crumpled napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Why can't I feel anything from anyone other than you?
Why can't I feel anything from anyone other than you?
And all of this was all your fault
And all of this

I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life
She'll destroy us all before we're through
You'll find a way to blame it on somebody else
She'll destroy us all before we're through
You'll find a way to blame it on somebody else