You could call me irregular

I'm a basic fix for a better man

Seasons change, I'm a maniac for

A better long, with a bitter end

If you say you're a chicken now

And you can live it down

We could light the whole thing up

All the parts that you're fuckin' with

Like a tourniquet

I can light the whole thing up

You could say I'm a stranger now

Once we're falling down, we can get it straight

Hazy days in suburbia

At your father's house, we self medicate

Intertwine my urgency, it's so new to me

I can light the whole thing up

Nothin' else been impressin' me but I gotta see

I could light the whole thing up

Burn the room

Oh, I hear it so well

Over soon

Oh, I hear it now

Honest to God, I really couldn't lie to your face

I look away and feel like a mess

And what I can't accept is the truth that I don't love you

Wish I would say, "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"

Wish I would say, "I was a better friend to you then, I'm fucking sorry"

Once in a while, I will remember everything good

Once in a while

Burn the room

Feel the bloom now

Over soon

I feel the gloom now