Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Blood Brothers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Gajadhar
Composer
Johnny Whitney
Lyrics
Jordan Blilie
Composer
Cody Votolato
Composer
Morgan Henderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
Kip Beelman
Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait
The car accident, the skin graft treatment
The flower baskets, the wincing relatives
You bid her farewell, then you got in your car
And that's the last thing that a-you can recall
And when they pulled you out
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi truck a-blurred your face with flame
You met Jane four years ago today
A-dancing at some vomit-stained frat party
Her newspaper gown, a fashion headline brown
Her violent gypsy dance, her tired underpants
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-rhymes with pity now
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy
And Jane let you touch her, and feel her
And she was so free like a pineapple in a tree, but
You said it's dangerous
To be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous
And Jane sat when she laid on her back
And the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape, but
But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers
So you traded her in for a better looking brand
One with fake porno tits
A padlock on her lips
A disposable tan, biodegradable hands
And back at the hospital
You've got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
That newspaper gown is always on fire
And back at the hospital
You've got no visitors at all
She visits you in your sleep
That newspaper gown is always on fire
Met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector
Went up her skirt, his beer-soaked apartment
And they did all the things
You never said that you wanted
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull
Your thoughts turning dull, callous and cold
Yesterday you gave your burden a name
Wanted to kick you right in the face
Your burden, it looks an awful lot like her
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-rhymes with pity now
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
A-love, love, love, a-love, love, love
Aw, oh
Written by: Cody Votolato, Johnny Whitney, Jordan Blilie, Mark Gajadhar, Morgan Henderson
