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 back pack full of fireworks 
And you're gonna burn the city down right now 
Whoa whoa 
You're like a black cat with a black back pack 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 back pack full of fireworks 
And you're gonna burn the city down right now 
Whoa whoa 
You're like a black cat with a black back pack 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 
Oh this jealous actress has a habit 
Of making things sound way too tragic. 

You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks 
You're gonna burn the city down right now 
Whoa whoa 

You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks 
And you're gonna burn the city down right now 
Whoa whoa 
You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks 
And you're gonna burn the city down right now 
Whoa whoa-ahh 

And this jealous actress has a habit 
Whoa