Mayday Parade - Black Cat lyrics
[Mayday Parade - Black Cat lyrics]
Close up camera one
The hero sings in this scene
The boy that gets the girl gets to
Go home where they get married
But stop the tape
The sunset still looks fake to me
The hero looks like he can't breathe
The damsel just left everything
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
Oh close up camera two
'Cause the hero dies in this scene
Your inspiration is the loss
Of absolutely everything
And flashback on the girl
As we montage every memory
And we bleed out in the bathroom sink
And we fade out as the soundtrack sings:
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
She said, "Get your hands off of my star"
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
"Get your hands off of my star"
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
And this jealous actress has a habit
Whoa oh ohh
The hero sings in this scene
The boy that gets the girl gets to
Go home where they get married
But stop the tape
The sunset still looks fake to me
The hero looks like he can't breathe
The damsel just left everything
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
Oh close up camera two
'Cause the hero dies in this scene
Your inspiration is the loss
Of absolutely everything
And flashback on the girl
As we montage every memory
And we bleed out in the bathroom sink
And we fade out as the soundtrack sings:
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
She said, "Get your hands off of my star"
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
"Get your hands off of my star"
It's not your part but all your fault
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic
You're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa you're like a black cat
With a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
Whoa whoa
And this jealous actress has a habit
Whoa oh ohh