Obvious Blasé (feat. Travis Barker)
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Obvious blasé
Broken so completely
Built me up in the same way
Same way, same way
Ghost
Tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly
You prefer me sick this way
I'll stay sick this way
Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
Taken
Taken from myself
These pages
Won't rewrite themselves
The way it has to end is always bittersweet
Take this
Take this away from me
Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings piled up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning
Let's break them into kindling
Playing with matches
We're playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Watch it all go up in flames
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings piled up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning
Let's break them into kindling
Playing with matches
We're playing with matches
With matches
We're playing with matches
Obvious blasé
Broken so completely
Built me up in the same way
Same way, same way
Ghost
Tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly
You prefer me sick this way
I'll stay sick this way
Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
Taken
Taken from myself
These pages
Won't rewrite themselves
The way it has to end is always bittersweet
Take this
Take this away from me
Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings piled up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning
Let's break them into kindling
Playing with matches
We're playing with matches
Playing with matches
Playing with matches
Watch it all go up in flames
Playing with matches
We knew this would happen, now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings piled up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning
Let's break them into kindling
Playing with matches
We're playing with matches
With matches
We're playing with matches
Credits
Writer(s): Robert C Mccracken, Jeffrey M Howard, Daniel Whitesides, John William Feldmann, John Clark, Travis L Barker, Joseph Bradford
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