Firestarter
You said, come to me, I'll show you roses
Come to me, I'll take good care of you
Firestarter, you let me down
No such roses to be found
Talking trash and talking cheap
Shrug it off, I'll have one more drink
Firestarter, I'm going home
I hate to leave you all alone
But I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
Like you
You, you, you
Like you
So, what's the means, tell me, what's the truth
You live by a lie and you'll die by it too
We lost you a long time ago
The fires came and they swallowed you whole
But I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
Like you
You, you, you
Like you
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Oh, I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
Come to me, I'll take good care of you
Firestarter, you let me down
No such roses to be found
Talking trash and talking cheap
Shrug it off, I'll have one more drink
Firestarter, I'm going home
I hate to leave you all alone
But I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
Like you
You, you, you
Like you
So, what's the means, tell me, what's the truth
You live by a lie and you'll die by it too
We lost you a long time ago
The fires came and they swallowed you whole
But I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
Like you
You, you, you
Like you
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Red is the color of your busted lip
Your busted kiss
Your busted shit
Oh, I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn
I don't want to burn out
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Writer(s): Andrew Warriner Combs
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