Go
Obvious blasé
Broken so completely
Built me up in the same way, same way
The same way
Ghost
Tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly
You prefer me sick this way
I'll stay sick this
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.
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.
Obvious Blasé Video (MV)
Performed By: The Used
Length: 2:52
Written by: Daniel Whitesides, Jeffrey Howard, John Clark, John Feldmann, Joseph Bradford, Robert McCracken, Travis Barker
The Used - Obvious Blasé Lyrics
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Go
Obvious blasé
Broken so completely
Built me up in the same way, same way
The same way
Ghost
Tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly
You prefer me sick this way
I'll stay sick this
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.
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.
Obvious blasé
Broken so completely
Built me up in the same way, same way
The same way
Ghost
Tell me that you'll stay
Devour me so sweetly
You prefer me sick this way
I'll stay sick this
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.
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.
Writer: Daniel Whitesides, Jeffrey Howard, John Clark, John Feldmann, Joseph Bradford, Robert McCracken, Travis Barker
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BEST MUSIC COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BEST MUSIC COMPANY, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.