Montage Cat

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

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

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

And this jealous actress has a habit