But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
When I see you, the wind sets the bells ringing
A window shatters while my blood pressure spikes
Leaving would be nothing but normal
If only your universe weren't the same
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
And carved a mark on my liver with razor blades
Then you crash at my place the following week
With you, some fool falls in love and regrets it
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?
Out of bed there's no mercy
Same old tragicomic scene
How do we look together?
I'd say, overall, I'm not feeling great
Maybe 'cause your glass is only the third
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
And carved a mark on my liver with razor blades
Then you crash at my place the following week
With you, some fool falls in love and regrets it
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?
But it happened in a moment of madness
But I didn't tell you anything
I'll show up at dinner with submachine guns
With you was it poison or dark chocolate?
It's gonna be a long night
And I'll dance it off naked
What does being a saint depend on?