you've got me thinkin'
that maybe this is not the time for us.
i've been restless, i've been drinkin',
dancin' on table tops.
but i can't think of anything
that i don't already know.
and i'm not gonna sit here waiting
while you figure out if you're going to let me go.
you've made my mind up.
i haven't even had the chance to breath.
maybe, baby, our time's up.
if so, i'd like to set fire to our memories.
i could stay awake forever
just so i'd never see your face,
but that's impossible 'cause:
a) i am a dreamer, and you are my succubus.
b) i'm a believer that you can't give up on this.
c) i am on fire, and you are the arsonist.
well, maybe it's over.
'cause you've moved on, and left me buried.
just a pile of boones so stationary.
you stole my heart, and all your arms could carry.
well, i'm not done with you yet.
no, i'm not done with you yet.
i was ready to build a home out of you?
yes. i was ready to build a home out of you.
but now i guess i'm gonna burn it down.
i'm gonna burn it to the ground.
get a message to the town,
that there's an empty house here.
burn, burnin' down.