DESCRIPTION:
Album: Maybe I'll Catch Fire (2000)

Lyrics:

This house is full of ears, but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
The most exciting thing I do, hang half way out a third floor window
And maybe throw lit cigarettes down

And maybe I'll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice

This house is full of eyes, but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
The most relaxing thing I do, hang half way out a third floor window
And look at rocks if I fall out

And maybe I'll fall hard
Something tough to break me, something sharp to rip into my insides
And bleed out all the pain
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way

Maybe I'll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice