She got a way with a pen and paper. She’s got a way with words and now I’m on to her.
She’s up and down like an elevator and I can’t open the door from the twenty first floor.
Goin down, goin down. Wrong or right, you and I gotta face it. We were writing a song
and you changed it. And the words, seemed to burn as we played it. I think we’re playing
with fire. She looked at me like she did me favor. She’s always making it worse, I’m
always getting hurt. She throws the weight of her words like an anchor. I pull away from
the shore and then I sink to the floor. Goin down, goin down. Somebody’s gonna burn