I Don’t Know How to Properly Use a Stove

You’ve got your eight fingers, wrapped around my heart

The middle two are up

Wear your heart up on your sleeve

But you’ve torn them off

I wanna save you whilst there’s still someone to save

You tried to tell me but I did not listen, like I’d care anyway

But still

In whispers and screams, we forge our identity

A symphony of emotions set to a four chord melody

And I tried, to not give in, the way you changed my teenage soul

But decay, I needed more

I needed more

I thought it’d be funny, to pull out all of your light bulbs, then leave the stove top running

Let the gas, reach up to the spark

And I’ll watch you burn

And don’t try acting now, like you didn’t never ever ask me to change

Called me the nice guy, who fails every single fucking talking stage

So here I am, trying to give you

Exactly what you want

As I watch your eyes begin to boil

Your pupil turns black at least your sockets will never rot

I hope you’re happy

But still

In whispers and screams, we forge our identity

A symphony of emotions set to a four chord melody

And I tried, to not give in, the way you changed my teenage soul

But decay, I needed more

I needed more

In whispers and screams, we forge our identity

A symphony of emotions set to a four chord melody

And I tried, to not give in, the way you changed my teenage soul

But decay, I needed more

I needed more

I needed more

I needed more