Besitos

[Intro: Vic Fuentes]
You're my favorite explosion
(You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more)
(Because everything new distracts the old)

[Verse 1: Vic Fuentes]
A violin with no hands plays symphonies
With no words (With no words)
A drowning boy with no voice prays
Someone up there's telling me
"You'd better not get back up!"
I spit my heart into this red cup
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night (Ruin your night)
And she said

[Pre-Chorus: Vanessa Harris, Vanessa Harris & Vic Fuentes]
"Baby, leave the water by the bed for later"
I woke up without a single drop

[Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
I told myself
"I'm tired of holding up your backup plans"
Go down your list and be satisfied
It's all you have, it's not enough

[Verse 2: Vic Fuentes]
(True love comes from more than just the heart)
She said paint a picture on me
Throw your dress up and your heart away
Yeah, I heard what you said (No!), a friend of a friend
These strangers at the party never paid
And if that doesn't turn you on
I'll keep talking 'til something does
As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile

[Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
I told myself
"I'm tired of holding up your backup plans"
Go down your list and be satisfied
It's all you have

[Breakdown: Vic Fuentes]
And until that day (That day)
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses
Red rose of the dead
How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head?

[Verse 3: Vic Fuentes]
So say it (Say it, say), say "I'm in love"
'Cause you called me crying (Crying), crying (Crying) from your job
Said you just got fired and you don't have a backup plan
So don't expect me to understand
A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold
She was covered in blood, last seen in San Francisco

[Bridge: Vic Fuentes]
Yeah, alright
We all break down!
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends
But they were there from beginning to end
(There from beginning to end)

[Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
Go down your list and be satisfied
It's all you have

[Post-Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
You know I've never held a gun in my life
But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight
Bedroom walls, oh, these bedroom walls
Oh, I hate what it tastes like

[Outro: Vic Fuentes]
(Hate)
Woo!