Love like a bear trap.

I got a hand-grenade that says "Thanks" better than anything I could write today. You've got to open up and remix what you call a heart, which clearly isn't good enough for you. Love like a bear trap, even when you know exactly what you're getting yourself into. Set me up and let me down. It's always the same. I was a spark, and I guess your alcohol level was so high you caught on fire. It's not you. She's not you. She's his girlfriend, not you. Sometimes you get so high that you sing out into the street lights and pour down like rain on the sidewalk. I'm officially sick of holding buildings together when you act like that squeaky hydraulic on your old bed. This is choppy, but it's me when I'm raw. It seems like it's the only thing that can take your breath away nowadays.