Mischief Managed - Like Moths To Flames

Die slow

When comfort bleeds you dry

You’ll see not the forgiving type

Fool me once, shame on you

Now fool me twice

Fuck everything you put me through

All things aside

I know you better than you know yourself

And I will never wish you well

All things aside

I know you better than you know yourself

Never wish you well

Dig yourself from the bottom

Watch you lose yourself again

It’s your curse

That tells me it could be worse

Heavy is the head that hangs with regret

Never wanted to burn but you did

When push came to shove

You pushed the world until it swallowed you in

Rock bottom gave out from underneath

The world gave up on you and your dreams

So paint yourself a new name

I watched the world give up on your dreams

While I watched you sink

Dig yourself from the bottom

Watch you lose yourself again

It’s your curse

That tells me it could be worse

Dig yourself from the bottom

Watch you lose yourself again

It’s your curse

That tells me it could be worse

It could be worse

I see the tables turn

And all your bridges burned

Nothing like a little spite

In pure disgust to feel alive

I see the tables turn

And all your bridges burned

Nothing like a little spite

In pure disgust to feel alive

Dig yourself from the bottom

Watch you lose yourself again

It’s your curse

That tells me it could be worse

Dig yourself from the bottom

Watch you lose yourself again

It’s your curse

That tells me it could be worse

Could be worse