Lyrics It's A Metaphor, Fool - Say Anything

It's A Metaphor, Fool

Sixteen names on my list
But none of them could ever get me hot like this, yeah!
Got your scars on my wrist
You’re safe inside my fist
Now let the fun begin!
Sing!
All you are to me is dead skin
Flaking off my hand onto the pavement
All you are to me is dead skin
Breaking up my band won’t bring you payment
Whoa, oh, oh
Love like no other
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
We told your mother
Whoa, oh, oh
Love like no other
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
We told your mother
So here’s the plan
You’re giving in to every sick demand
Buying the band our own apartment
Here is your past
Flashing forward out to whip your ass
Into the form adorned when you were born
Whoa, oh, oh
Love like no other
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
We told your mother
Whoa, oh, oh
Love like no other
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
We told your mother, baby boy
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin
All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead
All you are to me is dead skin
All you are to me is dead
Sixteen bullets split your head
All you are to me is dead skin