Playing With Fire (acoustic)

Pardon me for saying so, but you look more pitiful than I had ever imagined

Despite perfect fashion and your photographs depict you so differently

I always thought you would be some sort of match for me

So lets decide who can survive stomping feet and racing beats

Of hearts that don't ever slow

Then I'll write letters on white paper

Expressing my deep disappointment

Dripping where I stand from my watery hands

Hoping to get past the open bedroom door

Where her clothes on the floor remind me of our conversation

The feeling of slight hesitation to turn out the light

Fourteen days now since we started to complicate the situation

I'm not hiding; I'm just buying some time for us to find the back door

We will come out when it's safe for us

There's nothing left to say to excuse the way I've behaved

I still feel him gripping like a stain to this fabric, torn at every seam, then thrown away

(One without regret, I will not forget, kill me)

Why should I take all the blame for my mistake?

You were there with every promise made to break

When did you become the one without regret?

Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won't forget

When did you become the one without regret?

Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won't forget