i told you it was just that time of year again
and you asked me what i meant
as though you haven't been there that time of year
every year
and every year that time of year seems to get longer
and every year i seem more eager for it to come around
because this time of year is better
not good but the rest is worst
this is the time of year i set myself on fire
and see who burns out faster
me or everything i touch
me or the world
and every year i lose
but i'm getting better
i can make the game last longer
i learned how to fuel my own flames
and you've always known how to make me burn bright
maybe one year you'll be there to see me win
but i know you won't
because there's no wining
i'd have the game run into infinity if i could
but the high can't last
and once i'm out of steam i know you'll be leaving again
because you don't know how to love me when the fire has gone out
you only know how to love a ******* top of the world
not one who can't get out of bed