So I'll sit back and watch the fireworks,
Or I'll just sit back and watch myself burn out... burn out...
It'll be the kind of show
That only you and I would know how to...
Put on.
White knuckled hands to the wheel,
Red faced, and maybe this time,
You'll know how it feels,
To be where I am (right where you are)
White lies don't hold a candle to
The fire you start,
When you start holding out (stop holding out),
You're holding out...
(chorus)
Crash and burn,
I'll crash and learn my lesson.
You'll be the greatest teacher that I have ever had.
Bruise and break,
I'll bruise and take my chances
On someone other than you...
Taste it, taste it,
What's that bitter in my mouth?
The bitter taste that comes from finding out
You were the last to know.
How would you know?
Why do I feel like the outside looking in?
Don't know where to start,
But you know how it ends.
How does it end?
How does it end?
HOW DOES IT END?
Crash and burn,
I'll crash and learn my lesson;
You'll be the greatest teacher that I have ever had.
Bruise and break,
I'll bruise and take my chances
On someone other than you.
Crash and burn,
I'll crash and learn my lesson;
You'll be the greatest teacher that I have ever had.
Bruise and break,
I'll bruise and take my chances
On someone other than you.
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