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, oh, oh, whoa, oh, yeah)
You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
(Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, 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
Then 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, oh, oh, whoa, oh, yeah)
You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
(Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, 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
Oh, 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
You're gonna burn the city down right now
(Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, 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, oh, oh, whoa, oh my God)
You're like a black cat with a black backpack full of fireworks
And you're gonna burn the city down right now
(Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa)

And this jealous actress has a habit
Whoa, oh, whoa