Songtext von I've Just Gone From 6 To 12

Feel the burn a catalytic rite of way a puppet master out of string Feel the sun cut through every word you say Missus, I'm not equiped to love Mister, I've got no game So open your pants and show the world your fame Missus, I'm not equiped to love Mister, I've got no game So drop your pants to watch you play out on a fucking stage See this old fire safety glass I've put my fist through Don't smash if you need to start a fire So will your heart ignite the love I claim to miss you Don't smash if you need to start a fire Is that your best? Attempt at hanging on Is that your best? Attempt at hanging out Fuck you, that's not the way it happened I'll set fire right under your face Burning and scattered ashes fall on arms that seem to point the way See this old fire safety glass I've put my fist through Don't smash if you need to start a fire So will your heart ignite the love I claim to miss you Don't smash if you need to start a fire