Misery
You mix fire with fire you get ashes with ashes
People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches
They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs
But I can see it in your eyes, you might want to ruin me
I'm okay with that boy, I got gambler in my jeans
I got my fingers crossed, I grew up on the deadend street
I'm use to driving right into my misery
Misery
Misery
And the heart right won't be wrong with you right by my side.
I clench my fingers, plant my feet, hold my chair real tight
Waiting for those pretty teeth to pulse now back and release
Drop the bomb in my life
I save my tears for my tomorrow, slide my sins to the side
Place my heart on the table, you can accept or decline
I've got everything to lose, my reckless appetite, will be the death of me
In my Misery
Misery
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes
People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches
They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs
People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches
They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs
But I can see it in your eyes, you might want to ruin me
I'm okay with that boy, I got gambler in my jeans
I got my fingers crossed, I grew up on the deadend street
I'm use to driving right into my misery
Misery
Misery
And the heart right won't be wrong with you right by my side.
I clench my fingers, plant my feet, hold my chair real tight
Waiting for those pretty teeth to pulse now back and release
Drop the bomb in my life
I save my tears for my tomorrow, slide my sins to the side
Place my heart on the table, you can accept or decline
I've got everything to lose, my reckless appetite, will be the death of me
In my Misery
Misery
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes
People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches
They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs
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Writer(s): Ruby Kendrick
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