We’re like fire and gasoline. I’m no good for you, you’re no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow.
Baby, when we’re good, you know we’re great
But there’s too much bad for us to think that there’s anything worth trying to save
In my sick way I want to thank you
For holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging wars on myself
You were trying to stop the fight
