| I’ve been staring at the edge too long
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| Wondering if my legs are gonna push me off
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| The feeling in the back of my neck
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| When I trouble trust in the person I become
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| I’ve been digging in the ground too far
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| And it looks too deep to make it out of here alone
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| But I know the painful truth
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| I could climb right out if I really, really want
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| Burn what you need of me
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| I’ll give you a fire to light your soul
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| To be your coal when you need it
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| Then burn all that’s left of me
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| Then leave me to die
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| The fire’s grown out of control, out of control
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| I’ve got the world weighing down my chest
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| It takes the best I can to keep air in my lungs
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| But I’m still shoveling dirt right on my back
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| To keep me from ever giving up
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| Burn what you need of me
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| I’ll give you a fire to light your soul
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| To be your coal when you need it
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| Then burn all that’s left of me
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| Then leave me to die
|
| The fire’s grown out of control, out of control
|
| I’ve been staring at the edge too long
|
| Wondering if my legs are gonna push me off
|
| The feeling in the back of my neck
|
| When I trouble trust in the person I become
|
| Burn what you need of me
|
| I’ll give you a fire to light your soul
|
| To be your coal when you need it
|
| Burn all that’s left of me
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| Then leave me to die
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| The fire’s grown out of control, out of control |