The Used

Obvious Blasé

The Used

Go, obvious blasé
Broken so completely, built me up in the same way
Same way, same way
Ghost, tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly, you prefer me sick this way
I’ll stay sick this way

Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket

Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames

Taken, taken from myself
These pages won’t rewrite themselves
The way it has to end is always bittersweet
Take this, take this away from me

Six feet in my guilt
Broken hinges on my casket

Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there's a chance, let's bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings pile up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning, let's break them into kindling

Playing with matches, we're playing with matches
Playing with matches, we're playing with matches, ooh
(Play, play, playing with matches)
(We'll play, play, play, play, play)
(Playing with matches, we'll play, play, play)
Watch it all go up in flames

Playing with matches, we knew this would happen now
Watch it all go up in flames
If there’s a chance, let’s bury the hatchet now
Watch it all go up in flames
How did all these feelings pile up to the ceiling?
Stripped of all their meaning, let's break them into kindling

Playing with matches, we’re playing with matches
With matches, we're playing with matches
Mm-mm
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