Paroles: Headphones. Gas And Matches.

All the way up here
I was thinking it over
I wish we could drink some beer
And work it out.

Our lungs were burning
We're starting to worry
I couldn't catch my breath
Or slow my heart beat.
We took your photograph;
We thought thought we'd have a few good laughs
at your expense.

Here you thought we were your friends.
I guess now you know.

Or do you?

Are they really
People like that
or is this idea
Making shit up
pity party
feeling sorry for yourself

We were begging for mercy
You were holding a gas can
You had our hands tied
Behind our backs
I started crying.
I thought it was over.
You pulled a matchbook from your back pocket.

We took your photograph
We thought we'd have a few good laughs
at your expense.
Here you thought we were your friends.
I guess now you know.

We knew you were half and half
But we never knew you were
a psychopath
or that you'd have the last laugh
I guess now we know.