Gas and Matches

All the way up here

I was thinking it over

I wish we could drink some beer

And work it out

Our lungs were burning

We're starting to worry

I couldn't catch my breath

Or slow my heart beat

We took your photograph

We thought we'd have a few good laughs

At your expense

Here you thought we were your friends

I guess now you know

Or do you?

Are there really

People like that?

Or is this guy just

Making shit up?

Pity party

Feeling sorry for yourself

We were begging for mercy

You were holding a gas can

You had our hands tied

Behind our backs

I started crying

'Cause I thought it was over

You pulled a matchbook from your back pocket

We took your photograph

We thought we'd have a few good laughs

At your expense

Here you thought we were your friends

I guess now you know

We knew you were half and half

But we never knew you were

A psychopath

Or that you'd have the last laugh

I guess now we know