Pardon me for saying so
But you look more pitiful
Than I had ever imagined
Despite perfect fashion
And your photographs depict you so differently
I always thought you would be
Some sort of match for me

So let's decide who can survive
Jumping feet and racing beats
Of hearts that don't ever slow
Then I'll write letters on white paper
Expressing my deep disappointment

Dripping where I stand
From my watery hands
Hoping to get past the open bedroom door
Where her clothes on the floor
Remind me of our conversation
The feeling of slight hesitation
To turn out the light

Fourteen days now (I'm not)
Since we started (I'm not hiding)
To complicate the situation (From this situation)
I'm not hiding (I'm not)
I'm just buying some time (I'm not hiding)
For us to find the back door (From this situation)

We will come out
When it's safe for us
When it's safe for us
When it's safe for us
Us
For us
All

There's nothing left to say (Don't believe me)
To excuse the way that I behaved (When I say it's over)
I still feel him
Gripping like a stain (By the time you're gone)
To this fabric (It's almost over)
Torn at every seam
Thrown away

I'm without regret
I will not forget
I'm without regret
I will not forget

Why should I take all the blame for all my mistakes? (I?m without regret)
You were there with every promise made to break (I will not forget)
When did you become the one without regret? (I?m without regret)
Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won't forget (I will not forget)
When did you become the one without regret (Kill me, kill me)
Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won't forget (Kill me, kill me)


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Playing with Fire Lyrics as written by Devin Shelton Dave Powell

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    "Pardon me for saying so, but you look more pitiful Than I had ever imagined, despite perfect fashion And your photographs depict you so differently I always thought you would be, Some sort of match for me."

    I think this happens to a lot of us, who look at someone without really knowing themmuch beforehand and imagine that they may be perfect for us, but usually the image can be a facade, and they are totally different than what you imagined.

    "So let’s decide who can survive Stomping feet and racing beats Of hearts that don’t ever slower."

    Being caught up in the moment.

    "Then I’ll write letters on white paper Expressing my deep disappointment."

    I think the note of 'white paper' signifies purity and he is writing his disappointment,his mistakes on it. A way of expressing his regret as well as symbolizing that a mark has been left on said purity.

    "Dripping where I stand From my watery hands."

    He takes a shower hoping to wash away the guilt of what he's just done.

    "Hoping to get past the open bedroom door Where her clothes on the floor Remind me of our conversation The feeling of slight hesitation To turn out the light."

    Urges to turn off the light/ignore what has just happened.

    "Fourteen days now aince we started To complicate the situation."

    It's been fourteen days and the complication only grows.

    "I’m not hiding, I’m just buying some time. For us to find the back door (From this situation)."

    Perhaps he hasn't spoken to her much since, caught in the disappointment of his situation, trying to find a way out.

    "There’s nothing left to say To excuse the way that I behaved. I still feel him gripping like a stain To this fabric Torn at every seam Thrown away"

    Satan.

    "Why should I take all the blame for all my mistakes? (I’m without regret) You were there with every promise made to break (I will not forget) When did you become the one without regret? (I’m without regret) Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won’t forget (I will not forget) When did you become the one without regret (Kill me, kill me) Kill me, burn me down, I swear I won’t forget (Kill me, kill me)."

    I think he is having such a hard time with what has happened and she is not finding it to be such a deal. He finds it hard to deal with her carelessness, and ultimately I think only time will heal.

    loveisfictionon February 01, 2007   Link

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