flamethrower

Open the door

I throw my things on the floor

Another day has slipped me by

You call my phone

I dont pick up even though

We haven't talked since last July

Baby, the rooms lit it on fire

But, I'm still burnt out from that night

Rain hits th- Oh where's my guitar?

Rain hits the glass

It's a little poetic, I guess

As the flame's my only light

Pick up the pen

I go to write you again

But, I remember all those times

Baby, the rooms lit it on fire

But, I'm still burnt out from that night

Temperatures rise

It's getting hotter and I'm

Just so hung up, was this right?

Baby, the rooms lit it on fire

But, I'm still burnt out from that night

Baby, the rooms lit it on fire