Angela Baker and My Obsession with Fire

'Cause I feel like running head-first into traffic

It's 22 Walthery Ave
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And so I'm here to say
I thought I wanted this
I said I wanted some more attention
I think that the truth is, I'm scared
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
I won't forget the day that, that I found God
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)

I think that the truth is, I'm scared
Knock me back to the bliss of ignorance

I think that I'm just scared to live

I thought I wanted a story ending
As I swallow the pills of happiness
I thought I wanted this
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
I just give in
That thought's in bed with pain
And all I ever wanted was someone to
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I stand outside my pretty house
I called the cops to let 'em know
That thought's in bed with pain
I light a match to start the fire
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake
And so I'm here to say

I'm here to say