Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaime Preciado
Bass Guitar
Mike Fuentes
Drums
Mike Green
Guitar
Tony Perry
Guitar
Vanessa Harris
Vocals
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byron Yaden
Songwriter
Michael Fuentes
Songwriter
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Songwriter
Mike Fuentes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Black
Assistant Engineer
Mike Green
Producer
Vanessa Harris
Assistant Engineer
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Producer
Will McCoy
Assistant Engineer
Testi
[Verse 1]
You're my favorite explosion
[Verse 2]
A violin with no hands plays
Symphonies with no words
A drowning boy with no voice prays
Someone out there's telling me
[Verse 3]
You'd better not get back up
I spit my heart into this red cup
I better pick it back up, it might ruin your night (Ruin your night)
[Verse 4]
And she said
"Baby leave the water by the bed for later"
And I woke up without a single drop
I told myself
[Verse 5]
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough
[Verse 6]
(True love comes from more than just the heart)
She said "Paint a picture of 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
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
I told myself
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is
[Verse 9]
Until 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 10]
So say it
Say I'm in love
'Cause you called me cryin' from your job
Said you just got fired
And you don't have a backup plan
So don't expect me to understand
[Verse 11]
A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold
She was covered in blood, last seen in San Francisco
Yeah, alright
[Verse 12]
We all breakdown
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends
But they were there from beginning to end
(There from beginning to end)
[Verse 13]
I'm tired of holding up your backup plans
Go down your list and be satisfied, it's all you have
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 it what it tastes like
[Verse 14]
Hey
Hey
Written by: David Byron Yaden, Michael Fuentes, Victor Vincent Fuentes

