Chasing down a wild fire, are you trying to make a cold liar out of me?
You wanna get high, yeah, overcome those desires before you come to me
I think your mama's kinda sad
And your papa's kinda mean
I can take that all away
You can stop playing it out on me, me, me

She keeps a pen behind her ear, I guess she's got something she really really needs to say
She puts it in a notepad, she's gonna write a book someday
Of course the only part that I want to read
Is about her time spent with me
Wouldn't you die to know how you're seen
Are you getting away with who you're trying to be, trying to be?

Of course there's things upon the Earth that we must really try to defend
A lonely beast, a kind heart, something weak and on trend
I do it all for her for free
I need nothing back for me
There's no sweeter deed maybe
Than to love something enough to wanna help it get free, free, free

Is there something on your mind?
Something you need to get by?
Do you cry sometimes?
Do you cry sometimes?

You always say you love me most when I don't know I'm being seen
Well, maybe someday when God takes me away I'll understand what the fuck that means
I just know your mama's kinda sad
And your papa's kinda mean
I can take it all away
You can stop playing that shit out on me, me, me

Is there something on your mind?
Something you need to get by?
Do you cry sometimes?
Do you cry sometimes?

I know your mama's kinda sad
I know your papa's kinda mean
I can take it all away
And you can stop playing that shit out on me, me, me