Up in Smoke
I made mistakes, but that was back then
Holes in my hoodie from the ashes
You don't care how I feel, quit asking
Yeah, I'd rather be unhappy than alone
'Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
I only call you when I'm drinking
With different women when you sleeping
I always tell you that I'm leaving
But I'd rather be unhappy than alone
'Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
I take and I take, I could never get enough, uh
Everything's a problem when I hit you up, uh
I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
Holes in my hoodie from the ashes
You don't care how I feel, quit asking
Yeah, I'd rather be unhappy than alone
'Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
I only call you when I'm drinking
With different women when you sleeping
I always tell you that I'm leaving
But I'd rather be unhappy than alone
'Cause I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control, yeah
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
I take and I take, I could never get enough, uh
Everything's a problem when I hit you up, uh
I care too much when I shouldn't give two fucks
I just hate when everything's out of my control
If everything I touched turned into gold
Then you'd be my medusa turning everything to stone, yeah
Fucking everything up is the only thing we know
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
So pour the gas, light the match, up in smoke
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Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Colin Brittain, William Henry Schultz
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