Angela Baker and My Obsession with Fire - Senses Fail

I won’t forget the day that, that I came to

And I started thinking that there’s more

Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons

And all I ever wanted was someone to

Knock me back to the bliss of ignorance

Because I feel like running head first into traffic

And so I’m here to say

That thoughts in bed with pain

I won’t forget the day that, that I found God

In a kitchen knife now and on my arm

So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life

And tell myself this pain is the pain I love

As I swallow the pills of happiness

And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake

I stand outside my pretty house

I light a match to start the fire

I call the cops to let them know

It’s 22 Walthery Ave

I thought I wanted this

I thought I wanted this

I’m here to say

I said I wanted some more attention

I thought I wanted a story ending

I love the pain, I hate the pain

I just give in

I love the pain, I hate the pain

I think that the truth is I’m scared

I think that I’m just scared to live

I think that the truth is I’m scared

I think that the truth is I’m everything that I hate