BS - Letters From The Fire

Like a snake in the grass

Made of broken glass

You are, you are

Like a sweet undertow

In the water below

You are, you are

Your words gasoline to the fire in my heart

Feel the rush of blood to my head when you say

I’m everything you’ve been looking for

Tell me that you’re gonna be around when it all goes wrong

Say that you never known anyone like me, quite like me

I’m sick of your bullshit!

Like a virus that hides

In a soft spoken line

You are, you are

Like the devil inside

Of a beautiful child

You are, you are

Your words gasoline to the fire in my heart

Feel the rush of blood to my head when you say

I’m everything you’ve been looking for

Tell me that you’re gonna be around when it all goes wrong

Say that you never loved anyone like me, quite like me

I’m sick of your bullshit!

I’m sick of myself, let you back in my life

I go straight back to hell when I let you inside

How many times can I rewrite this ending?

Your words like a truck so I just close my eyes

Ignore the alarms, knock down warning signs

How many times can I rewrite this ending?

You’re everything you were looking for

Tell me that you’re gonna be around when it all goes wrong

Say that you never loved anyone like me, quite like me

I’m sick of your bullshit!

Say that you never loved anyone like me, quite like!!!

I’m sick of your bullshit!