Stove

When you say stop I go cold You get hot And I care too much I just dropped To a new low (Oh) When there's nothing more to give Oh I dream of extremes When there's nothing more to give I go to extremes To make you see Yeah I put one hand on the stove And the other in the freezer so I'll be the perfect temperature For when you get home Oh you could see how far I'll go I try to hit the mother-lode Oh don't you see how far I'll go I'd rather be alone When you take off I feel robbed Of all I've got And I can't Find that place Between what's real And what's not When life gets too hard to live Oh I dream of extremes When there's nothing more to give I go to extremes so you'll believe I've got one hand On the stove Oh the other froze and I've got one hand On the stove Oh the other froze When there's nothing more to give I've got nothing left to give I'm extreme (I'm extreme) I put one hand on the stove And the other in the freezer so I'll be the perfect temperature For when you get home Oh you can see how far I'll go I try to hit the mother-lode Oh you can see how far I'll go I try to hit the mother-lode Oh you can see how far I'll go I try to hit the mother-lode Oh don't you see how far I'd go I'd rather be alone