Burning down the house again
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burning in the autumn wind
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ain't that comical, sympathetic, beautiful
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watch the roof become a blade
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caving in on what i made
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its just so logical, tragic, magic, pitiful
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tell everyone that you know
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that i wont be coming around no more
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tell everyone i'll be fine
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but i had to get out of here sometime
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sinking on a crowded ship
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reaching out to next of kin
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call me cynical but i'd rather die alone
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when the water reached the deck
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i had lost my self-respect
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don't get personal, apathetic, critical
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mourning what has come and gone
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is healthy only for so long
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call me terrible but i'm trying to move on
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use what's left of love to give
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find another life to live
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overcome the pain and become the razor blade
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Tell Everyone
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Facing New York |