Angela Baker and My Obsession with Fire

I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons.
And all i ever wanted was someone to
Love me back to the bliss of ignorance
cause I feel like running head first into traffic

And so I'm here to say,
that thoughts enbed with pain.

I won't forget the day that, that I found god
In a kitchen knife now, inked on my arm.
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red blood
And now my selfish pain is, the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
and you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake.

And so I'm here to say,
that thoughts enbed with pain.

I stand outside of my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I call the cops to let them know
It's 22 Walthuree Ave.
as I thought I wanted this
I thought I wanted this.

(I'm here to say)
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in.

I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.