Pierce The Veil

So long, congratulations, break a leg tonight
What a shame I heard the understudy died under the knife
Crying backwards under bedroom light
The operation
I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me
You’d better listen to your doctor doctor
Sober up and bury the empty cup
In a backyard of Seattle we used to lie
When I sew you up, don’t let me stop bleeding
Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin
Won’t let me go, oh no, oh no
And they’re ruining the mood
So I’ll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle
And I don’t think you’ll ever want to love me
You’d better listen to your doctor
doctors lie, lie, lie if the dollar is right
oh my sweet little girl, hold your mouth and you’ll be alright