Her Words Kill - Sir This Is A Cutthroat Fashion

We see you standing on the highwayWaiting for the attention you don't deserveWhy didn't you take your(Paint me a gun, my love) Why didn't you take your(And pull the trigger on me, baby) Photographs with you?(Blow me away)Look at everyone else you're killing with youLook at everyone else you're killing with youStand there in your suit and think this throughUse your gun to be a memoryIt's time to be honestyShe said, "walk through the rain"And there's a pulse, but not even a murderous photoThink about being the heroThink about being the legendAnother one that went and forgot to returnDining at a table for two, forget the expensesWe see you standing on the highwayWaiting for the attention you don't deserveWhy didn't you take your(Paint me a gun, my love) Why didn't you take your(And pull the trigger on me, baby) Photographs with you?(Blow me away)Better pack your tears into a suitcaseAnd run away with my heartBetter pack your tears into a suitcaseAnd run away with my heartAnd I don't ever want to wake upThat bottle is no good anymore, noIt's shattered, forgive me, it's shattered, forgive meIt's shattered, forgive meI'd like to fade away, wipe me from your diaryBecause right now I bet you feel so alive, so alive"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sir"But the ghost of me, it needs to die"Well, I'm not trying to stop you, sirIt's just that we need everyone hereIt's just that we need everyone hereAccounted forEveryone here accounted for