Kerosene

How did this become another horror story?
At least you didn't spare on the drama
Talk about a twist that you don't see coming
How did everything get so fucked up?
Maybe I just saw what I wanted to see
I guess that I should find Haley Joel Osment
I could use a Sixth Sense right about now
Maybe I don't even know that I'm dead
No need to mass armies of monsters
One heart can terrorize another
What about the love from when we started?
Another sacrifice to the Elder Gods
My head's spinning faster than Regan MacNeil's
What about a botched exorcism?
How did I miss all the Signs and signals?
It doesn't take a Ripley to see what's wrong
28 Days Late to the world's end
How did I think this would all resolve?
No need to amass armies of monsters...
One heart can terrorize another
I'm at home
Watching movies all alone
Distracting me from memories of
Scenes I wish that I could un-remember
There is no
Jump scare I have found yet though
That stops my heart quite like the slow
Painful ways you found to fuck me over
I'm at home
Watching movies all alone
Distracting me from memories of
Scenes I wish that I could un-remember
There is no
Jump scare I have found yet though
That stops my heart quite like the slow
Painful ways you found to fuck me over
Our summer romance is at an end
Swore this was The Notebook but it's Evil Dead
Toss Naturom Demonto on the fire, please
This chapter's over
Maybe someday we can try again
You play the paper, I can be the pen
We'll plot a story that feels better then
But this chapter's over
Where was my common sense?
Chalked up to ignorance
You left me high and dry
I ate up every lie
If I could hit rewind
I'd head for the treeline
Lose you in the twists and turns
instead of getting burned
But I...
I wake up screaming from all these dreams
Where you're holding a match and standing at my feet
Drenched head to toe in fucking kerosene, saying "nice to know ya"
Maybe someday we can try again
I'll play the paper, you can be the pen
We'll plot a story with a better end than "nice to know ya"
I wake up screaming from all these dreams
Where you're holding a match and standing at my feet
Drenched head to toe in fucking kerosene, saying "nice to know ya"
Maybe someday we can try again
I'll play the paper, you can be the pen
We'll plot a story with a better end than "nice to know ya"