There's a noise you get to know
When you live alone.
The deafening silence of the telephone.
I thought I was done with those days
When I fell for you.
But somehow this house feels emptier now
With you in the room.
So I'm gonna pour my tears like gasoline,
And I'm gonna burn us down in effigy.
Build a fire, pile it high with your memory and my pride,
Bring a bottle, strike the matches,
And let it burn down to ashes.
I remember a time before our love ran cold.
Those nights with the lights up, and the shades down,
'Like a Wrecking Ball' on the radio.
You loved me like the devil with an angels touch
But now our flame burns weak, and we barely speak,
And, honey, I've had enough.
So I'm gonna pour my tears like gasoline,
And I'm gonna burn us down in effigy.
Build a fire, pile it high with your memory and my pride,
Bring a bottle, strike the matches,
And let it burn down to ashes.
Build a fire, pile it high with your memory and my pride,
Bring a bottle, strike the matches,
And let it burn down to ashes.
