Set fire to her fucking lawnI'm no mindreaderI have no idea what you're thinkingI just want these charades to be doneNot that you care what I'm thinkingI like you, you like meSo forget about that bitchSet her lawn on fireAnd let's kiss by the lightThe flames fuel our love, right?No, because you'll just dwell over herHang your head low because of herThat's why I say fuck herThen--literal sense, fuck me.Sorry for my vulgarity, but I can't help it when we're sitting on the couch togetherHow much I'd like to be doing something besides just sitting,With the Gaslight Anthem in the backgroundI don't know if this is love-The line between