If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

 

I'm not the guy you're taking home

 

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

 

And when she goes home to pray at night I think I know why

All of my friends think I'm losing my mind - trust me I do almost all of the time

 

Are you the brutal heart that I've been lookin' for?

'Til they cover me in daisies, daisies, daisies

 

I'm a troubled boy - don't go take it easy on me, trust me I'm used to chaotic