Masterpiece of Bad Intent

Verse 1

I leave my fingerprints on everything I break

A trail of shattered porcelain in my wake

You watch me spin around and lose my footing flat

And somehow find a reason to admire that

I bite the hand that smooths away my hair

And dare you to pretend you didn't care

Chorus

You call it passion, I call it salt in the wound

We're dancing circles around a collapsing room

I hold the matches, you bring the kerosene

Playing the villain in a tragedy queen scene

Verse 2

My shadow's heavy and it's dragging on the floor

You lock the windows just to watch me pick the door

You love the danger of a self-inflicted bruise

Like you've got nothing left at all that you could lose

I whisper secrets that are sharp enough to bleed

And watch you choke on everything you swore you need

Chorus

You call it passion, I call it salt in the wound

We're dancing circles around a collapsing room

I hold the matches, you bring the kerosene

Playing the villain in a tragedy queen scene

Bridge

We're sick and tangled in a web of our own design

Crossed every moral, every safety line

You look at wreckage and you call it home

Two broken pieces never meant to roam

Chorus

You call it passion, I call it salt in the wound

We're dancing circles around a collapsing room

I hold the matches, you bring the kerosene

Playing the villain in a tragedy queen [Outro]

Yeah, we're a masterpiece of bad intent

Every single second borrowed, every warning spent

(Just let it burn)

(Let it burn down low)