Start by saying I'm a couple years too late
Not the reunion I was planning on
Now I just came to give my regards and keep my faith
Let go of your words that I've been hanging on

Oh, I've been setting fire to my bedsheets
Oh, don't you twist your tongue just to protect me
Just scream: Mayday, we're going down

Now I must say you've had my mind in quite the wreck
And I deceived you with false virtue
Now I am sitting like a gambler in his debt
Counting all the ways that I would hurt you

Oh, I've been setting fire to my bedsheets
Oh, don't you twist your tongue just to protect me
Just scream: Mayday, we're going down