Paris, Texas
Like You Like An Arsonist
And I have the same dream every night,
And in the end I always wake up,
Right before I cry.
Out like a child in the dead of the night,
Scared of the thunder, scared of the might,
But you're the by my side.
And we were both born on the fourth of July,
About a fifteen minutes before midnight.
My mother's bridesmaids dressed in black,
And her bouquet was drenched in gas,
Some tradition from her past.
SongtexteMy father's hands were painted red,
To show that he had some success,
Well I guess.
Because they were both born on the fourth of July,
About a fifteen minutes before midnight.
I feel like an arsonist,
Because you are my perfect match,
And you light up everything around you.
I feel like an arsonist,
And it's not an accident,
That you light up everything around you.
My mother's hair was braided black,
And running clean right down her back,
Cutting her white dress in half.
Her ring it sparkled ruby red,
Her lipstick kissed into a mess,
Well I guess.
Because they were both born on the fourth of July,
About a 15 minutes before midnight.
I feel like an arsonist,
Because you are my perfect match,
And you light up everything around you.
I feel like an arsonist,
And it's not an accident,
That you light up everything around you.
I was always under control, Around you
And I knew i would never get old, Around you
I was always fast and so free, Around you
And taller than the highest of trees Around you
So it's time to take it up a degree, Around you
And there is really nothing I need. Around you
I just have to remember to breathe, Around you
And guard against the heat when around you.
When around you.
When around you. I feel like an arsonist,
Because you are my perfect match,
And you light up everything around you.
I feel like an arsonist,
And it's not an accident,
When you light up everything around you.
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