Mirror on the wall, wall, tell me what you see, see. Am I just paranoid, or is everybody looking at me? I, I, think I'll hide 'cause I'm not here for your entertainment. You're tryna take my soul and, baby, you ain't even paying, oh. Oh oh, if I toss a match, then I'll end up in ashes this time. So I'll take the blame for the gasoline. I was the bitch who burned everything over and over, I'm tired. I guess the arsonist ran out of fire. Now that I'm older, I can't afford to blow up my life every time I get bored. I'm passing the torch, yeah, I'm tired. I guess the arsonist ran out of fire. Ooh ooh. Ooh ooh. Ooh ooh. Ooh ooh, ooh, I'll take the blame for the gasoline. I was the bitch who burned everything. I'm passing the torch, yeah, I'm tired. I guess the arsonist ran out of fire.
The Arsonist by Fletcher
