Like a house on fire,
I fell to my knees,
I let down my walls,
For you to breathe,
And when I escaped,
The coal marked my feet,
You weren't my freedom,
You were my gasoline.
And so you know,
I never got bored of you,
I just hated how you used me.
And how with you,
I wore my heart,
Around my neck too loosely,