Knowing is Half the Battle
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Bring me the disarray
A mess can be okay
Cause you're so pretty
With your hair in your eyes
Bring me your promise ring
Those things don't mean a thing
Yeah you're so pretty when you're telling me lies
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Bring me the setting sun
Girl you know what you've done
Cause I can see it in your sinister smile
Bring me the telephone
Please don't leave me alone
I blame myself because I'm stuck in denial
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Sick of laying down and dying
Sick of laying down and dying
I feel like I'm not even trying
I feel like I'm not even trying
Sick of laying down and dying
Sick of laying down and dying
I feel like I'm not even trying
And I made her this way
I promised to stay
But my heart wasn't there
So these words that I say
Are fact and not fiction
We can't be apart
If we're never together
No end to no start
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Bring me the disarray
A mess can be okay
Cause you're so pretty
With your hair in your eyes
Bring me your promise ring
Those things don't mean a thing
Yeah you're so pretty when you're telling me lies
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Bring me the setting sun
Girl you know what you've done
Cause I can see it in your sinister smile
Bring me the telephone
Please don't leave me alone
I blame myself because I'm stuck in denial
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Sick of laying down and dying
Sick of laying down and dying
I feel like I'm not even trying
I feel like I'm not even trying
Sick of laying down and dying
Sick of laying down and dying
I feel like I'm not even trying
And I made her this way
I promised to stay
But my heart wasn't there
So these words that I say
Are fact and not fiction
We can't be apart
If we're never together
No end to no start
I love fireworks
But I hate explosions
And I'd love to be your boy
But I'd like to stay open
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Quine
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