Rustic Overtones Gas On Skin
I said, don't put gas on skin
What if it catches, that's not like our leather jackets
He said, here's when you lose your innocence
He said, boy life's not pretend, then lit the matches
And I'm afraid I've never seen a flame as big
Fire in the matress, things just smoldering
He's not in love with anything at all
The gas smells like his alcohol
They weren't fast enough
Everything just blackened up next door
I let it burn, I let it burn, I let it burn
And I was getting in my car. Getting in my car
Why can't someone else be who just witnessed this?
Because you sold me for the note you should have wrote
I just said you went to bed with cigarettes
They don't know you've never smoked
They don't know you've never smoked
And that you weren't in love with anything at all
No one broke your heart, you just never got involved
They weren't fast enough
Everything just blackened up next door
I let it burn, I let it burn, I let it burn
And I was getting in my car. Getting in my car
Getting in my car. Getting in my car