Released: July 23, 2002
Songwriter: Matt Pelissier Mikey Way Ray Toro Gerard Way
Producer: Eyeball Records Geoff Rickly
[Verse 1]
Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition, too"
I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets
[Chorus]
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things
We put each other through and
[Verse 2]
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running
[Chorus]
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade and nights grow
And we grow cold
[Post-Chorus]
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of
[Chorus]
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade and nights grow
And we grow cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
[Interlude]
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
As lead rains will pass on through
Our phantoms forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame
We're burning forever and ever
Know how much I want to show you
You're the only one
Like a bed of roses
There's a dozen reasons in this gun
[Outro]
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!
Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition, too"
I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets
[Chorus]
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things
We put each other through and
[Verse 2]
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running
[Chorus]
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade and nights grow
And we grow cold
[Post-Chorus]
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of
[Chorus]
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade and nights grow
And we grow cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
[Interlude]
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge]
As lead rains will pass on through
Our phantoms forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame
We're burning forever and ever
Know how much I want to show you
You're the only one
Like a bed of roses
There's a dozen reasons in this gun
[Outro]
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!
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- Helena (So Long & Goodnight)
- Teenagers
- I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
- The Ghost of You
- I Don’t Love You
- Famous Last Words
- Cancer
- Mama
- Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
- Dead!
- You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison
- The Sharpest Lives
- Disenchanted
- This Is How I Disappear
- Thank You for the Venom
- The End.
- House of Wolves
- It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish
- Sleep
- Demolition Lovers
- Give ’Em Hell, Kid
- Cemetery Drive
- I Never Told You What I Do for a Living