You make me wish that I was dead
And I hate that I think it's kinda hot
You make me wanna set this city on fire
Like a funeral pyre just for us
My hands, your shirt
One touch, we burn
But I can feel the rush
I wanna feel the rush
You make me wish that I was dead
And I hate that I think it's kinda hot
It's okay, baby, mess me up
Oh, so it starts
I can feel the fire creepin' up
So take what you want
I'm a sucker for your wasted love
'Cause you taste like cigarettes
And everything I shouldn't have
It makes it hard to stay away from you
Oh, so it starts
Take what you want
It's okay, baby, mess me up
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
What if I pretend that there's no other?
And we can kiss just like we're lovers
With my hands, your shirt
One touch, we burn
But I wanna feel the rush
It's okay, baby, mess me up
Oh, so it starts
I can feel the fire creepin' up
So take what you want
I'm a sucker for your wasted love
'Cause you taste like cigarettes
And everything I shouldn't have
It makes it hard to stay away from you
Oh, so it starts
Take what you want
It's okay, baby, mess me up
Oh, so it starts
I can feel the fire creepin' up
So take what you want
I'm a sucker for your wasted love
You taste like cigarettes
And everything I shouldn't have
It makes it hard to stay away from you
Oh, so it starts
Take what you want
It's okay, baby, mess me up
Oh, so it starts
I can feel the fire creepin' up
So take what you want
I'm a sucker for your wasted love
'Cause you taste like cigarettes
And everything I shouldn't have
It makes it hard to stay away from you
Oh, so it starts
Take what you want
It's okay, baby, mess me up
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