Wild Fire

Chasing down a wild fire

Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me?

You want to get high?

You overcome those desires, before you come to me

I think your mama’s kinda sad

And your papa’s kinda mean

I can take that all away

You can stop playing it out on me-ee

Me-ee-ee, me-ee-ee

She keeps a pen behind her ear

In case she’s got something she really really needs to say

She puts it in a notepad

She's gonna write a book someday

Of course the only part that I want to read

Is about her time spent with me

Wouldn’t you die to know how you're seen

Are you getting away with who you’re trying to be?

Trying, trying to be

Of course there’s things upon the earth

That we must really try, to defend

A lonely beast, a kind heart

Something weak and on trend

I'd do it all for her for free

I need nothing back for me

There no sweeter deed may be

Than to love something enough to want to help it get free

Free, free

Is there something on her mind?

Something she needs to get by?

Do you cry sometimes?

Do you cry sometimes?

You always say you love me most

When I don’t know I’m being seen

Well maybe someday when God takes me away

I’ll understand what the fuck that means

I just know your mama’s kinda sad

And your papa’s kinda mean

I can take it all away

You can stop playing that shit out on me-ee

Me, me

Is there something on your mind?

Something you need to get by?

Do you cry sometimes?

Do you cry sometimes?

I know your mama’s kinda sad

I know your papa’s kinda mean

I would take it all away

You can stop playing that shit out on me

Me, me