Do you still ride your bike around New York?
The world seems so fickle here, now you wanted more
Left you a blood stain on your front door
You're screaming so loud now, they can see you
Lipstick on my neck, ashes in your car
Maybe we're not as pure as we thought
I tried to save your burning
But your house is on fire
Girl your world is on fire
Rest your head on my shoulder
Thought I had you last summer
No but you didn't want it
No girl you didn't want it
No girl you didn't want it
No girl you didn't want it
Something inside my soul wants to kill me
Something inside my soul wants to kill me
Something inside my soul wants to kill me