Wild Fire

Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You want to get high? You overcome those desires, before you come to me I think your mama's kinda sad And your papa's kinda mean I can take that all away You can stop playing it out on me-ee Me, me She keeps a pen behind her ear In case she's got something she really really needs to say She puts it in a notepad She's gonna write a book someday Of course the only part that I want to read Is about her time spent with me Wouldn't you die to know how you're seen Are you getting away with who you're trying to be? Trying, trying to be Of course there's things upon the Earth That we must really try, to defend A lonely beast A kind heart Something weak and on trend I'd do it all for her for free I need nothing back for me There no sweeter deed may be Than to love something enough to want to help it get free Free, Free Is there something on her mind? Something she needs to get by? Do you cry sometimes? Do you cry sometimes? You always say you love me most When I don't know I'm being seen Well maybe someday when God takes me away I'll understand what the fuck that means I just know your mama's kinda sad And your papa's kinda mean I can take it all away You can stop playing that shit out on me Me, me Is there something on your mind? Something you need to get by? Do you cry sometimes? Do you cry sometimes? I know your mama's kinda sad I know your papa's kinda mean I would take it all away You can stop playing that shit out on me Me, me