i tell ya whatcha do
you go stand in that tiny little room
You isolate yourself
and you always assume
that everything you do just leads to doom.
so open up that scotch
pour yourself a glass
its time to throw on a little ****** up costume.
Theres the fire burning all around you
the fire inside
the fire deep in you
The hate left burning with the heat
burning with the flames of everything you had left to do.
You may have dreamt that you were gonna be a groom
you may have dreamt that this simple little girl was gonna go with you to your tomb.
but whatcha didn't know always kept your mind at bay
and watch didn't know always kept her just a few inches away
So go
and take a look into that dusty old mirror and
see what its like when your slow dancing in a burning room.