Besitos
Pierce The Veil Lyrics


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You're my favorite explosion.
(You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more,
because everything new distracts the old.)
A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,
You'd better not get back up!
I spit my heart into this red cup.
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.

And she said,
"Baby, leave the water by the bed for later,
And I woke up without a single drop.

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough.

(True love comes from more than just the heart)

She said paint a picture on me,
Throw your dress up and your heart away.
Yeah, I heard what you said.
A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
And if that doesn't turn you on.
I'll keep talking till something does.
As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile.

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have.
And 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?

So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me
Crying from your job, said you just got fired.
And you don't have a backup plan,
so don't expect me to understand.

(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)

Yeah!
We all breakdown.
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends,
But they were there from beginning to end.

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 what it tastes like.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Pierce the Veil's song "Besitos" are open to interpretation, but they seem to revolve around themes of love, pain, and the struggle to move on from a past relationship. The opening line, "You're my favorite explosion," suggests a tumultuous relationship that is both destructive and exciting. The next few lines seem to hint at the idea that sometimes the best way to deal with pain is to distract oneself with new experiences or relationships, as they can help to "cure" the old.


The middle section of the song seems to delve deeper into the emotional struggles of the singer. There are references to a drowning boy who is praying for help, and the feeling of being tired of holding onto someone else's "backup plans." The lyrics also take a more sensual turn, with the idea of painting a picture on someone's skin and the image of rolling around in sand.


The final lines of the song suggest a sense of desperation on the part of the singer. They carry a gun around in case they see their former lover, and the repeated refrain of "bedroom walls" implies a sense of being trapped or confined. The lyrics end on a bitter note, with the assertion that the singer hates what this relationship tastes like.


Line by Line Meaning

You're my favorite explosion.
You bring excitement and passion to my life.


You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more, because everything new distracts the old.
To forget old pains, you need to experience new things and feelings.


A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
A metaphor for unrequited love; it's beautiful, but unreachable.


A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me, You'd better not get back up!
I feel like I'm drowning and have lost hope, but I don't want to give up.


I spit my heart into this red cup.
I've poured out my emotions and vulnerability.


I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.
I don't want to bring down the mood by being too emotional.


Baby, leave the water by the bed for later, And I woke up without a single drop.
A lover's reassurance that they'll still be there in the morning, and won't leave.


I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough.
I'm exhausted of being someone's backup, and it's okay to accept what we have.


(True love comes from more than just the heart)
Love is a complex emotion that can't be reduced to just one feeling or emotion.


She said paint a picture on me, Throw your dress up and your heart away.
A request for passion and spontaneity in a relationship, with a disregard for consequences.


Yeah, I heard what you said. A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
A confession of overhearing gossip and rumors about a relationship.


And if that doesn't turn you on, I'll keep talking till something does.
A promise to continue trying to please their partner, even if they don't know what they want.


As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile.
A moment of intimacy and happiness shared between two lovers on the beach.


And 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?
A promise of undying love, even after death. A morbid, but romantic act of devotion.


So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me Crying from your job, said you just got fired. And you don't have a backup plan, so don't expect me to understand.
A partner's frustration with being expected to always have a backup plan and be a source of support.


(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)
A violent and mysterious image, with no clear explanation for its meaning.


We all breakdown. Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends, But they were there from beginning to end.
A reflection on the comfort and loneliness found in solitude, especially when dealing with personal struggles.


You know I've never held a gun in my life, But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
A metaphor for the intense and dangerous emotions that can come with heartbreak and loss.


Bedroom walls. Oh, these bedroom walls. Oh, I hate what it tastes like.
More reflection on the way a bedroom can become a place of comfort and isolation, even if it's not always healthy.




Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management
Written by: DAVID YADEN, MICHAEL FUENTES, VICTOR FUENTES

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