Higgins Hall

I poured gasoline on my bedroom floor and you lit a match

An explosion of the self-destructive tendencies we got from our dads

Your smoking habit's lethal caught the curtains we almost lost the house

I'd cry but I'm not certain that this wasn't my only way out

It's like clear blue skies with lightning strikes and calls from county jail

I'm neurotic, you're chaotic let's just call it square

Cause I've wanted to leave but not been able always a bomb when I felt stable

Carrying on like that's a surefire way to die so I'll say goodbye

Choking on the smoke that's filling up the room and blaming our bad luck

Anything to not have to admit the truth it's our fault that we're stuck