End

Since you've learned to build a bomb

It's become your favorite hobby

Blowing up these situations ten times greater than they should be

You just can't help yourself

So abiding, so inviting

To the tempers that are rising and this heat wave that you're riding

You feel no remorse

You can't 'cause we've been through this all before

This is your expertise

Making something out of nothing

Unaffected, shamelessly poised with your finger on the button

Your senses tingling

So exciting, all this fighting

Take delight in the spotlight but never mind that it is blinding

You light the fuse and wait

For this big, dramatic bitch to detonate

You're letting all these petty problems

Weigh you down

It's nice of you to say you're sorry

But it's too late now

You've got weapons up your sleeve

But you're too eager to use them,

You abuse them, cruel and careless, mindless battle casualties

And in your darkest hours

You find yourself regretting

And still dreading this addiction, this infection that you're spreading

You know there is no cure

'Cause each time you cook your fix you just want more

You're letting all these petty problems

Weigh you down

It's nice of you to say you're sorry

But it's too late now

It's hard to get along

When the greatest fear you share is being wrong