And I’d burn alive to keep you warm, when you’re alive.

She burns her blankets in the basement, where our secrets sleep.

You poured the liquor on the sickest girl,

So pass the flask and close your eyes.



Are you pitiful? Are you pitiful? Why do you cry?

Are you wonderful? Are you wonderful? With that room,

When you set the evidence on fire,

You light cigarettes, and shakes out old regrets.



Are you pitiful? Are you pitiful? (What are you breathing for tonight?)

I smell the sulphur on her skin..within,

I’d burn alive to keep you warm.



Who are you breathing..



[if you know the rest, feel free to correct me. This is all i have for now.]