Burned

Father, I'm sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry I've stumbled like this.
This heart that still beats
from the breath of your lips
is a heart that'd kill you with a kiss.
And I know that you still choose to love me,
and it's something that I cannot earn,
but I turned away
and I ran toward the flames.
What a wonderful way to get burned.

What a wonderful way to get burned.
You gave me it all.
I threw it away
I played with the fire.
What a wonderful way to get burned.

I faked love with a tall glass of water.
Wasn't long before she had her fill.
'Cause she had enough of the lack of our love
and now she's going out for the kill.
You told me you'd love me forever,
but Jesus, will you ever learn
that your place in my heart
has been filled with such dark.
You won't see me when you have returned.
What a wonderful way to get burned.

You brought air to my lungs
and then I turned my back.
You still loved me despite,
but I hated the fact that I hated myself
more than I ever loved
so the love that you had
was just not good enough
and I miss you so much
that it burns in my chest
like the first cigarette that I smoked to impress.
If I had known then what I've done to you now,
I'd pour gas on myself with it lit in my mouth.
What a wonderful way to get burned.