there's something behind me.
it wants what i have or to just take it away.
this heart is beating straight out of it's chest.
get busy, get busy, baby its all in your hands.
and they will name themselves.
you could easily brush off the hear say, but instead - jump to conclusions.
"well thank you for a great time. i was left speechless"
door shuts.
hope shuts.
sparks flare.
To whom it may concern:
if you play with fire, you're going get burned.
To whom it may concern:
know she left with a 3rd degree burn
this is the gas.
this is the break.
this is the wall.
then: the crash.
i lost the key to summer-
it was swallowed by early fall
petty theifs are still getting off, just not scott-free.
the criminal will surely flee the scene,
but this time you're f*****g caught.
if you have enough time to plot plan A,
make sure you save enough time for plan B.
i'm addicted to the truth of knowing i'm not the only one you do this too, didn't anyone tell you, baby?
maybe the captain will abandon ship..maybe he wont
maybe she'll try her best...maybe she wont
but you know how you love to let me flatline, wait an extra second...
then bring me back to life.
i dont care about her anymore.
this is the last night i'll care about her.
It's time to find that person that stole your soul
and steal it back.