The plan was to burn it down and walk away

Alright its a trap but I changed my mind and now I want you back, I know you cant trust me but you should take my hand and hold your breath cause I can see the exit sign through the smoke, this fire baby it will burn us both alive, hold your breath (am I poetic enough for you? Cause im pathetic enough for you) todays another day with high hopes, another circus
with high ropes, and an all-star cast that never chokes, and if the Harold angel was at your throat with a knife, I wouldnt sing to save your life, youd better get this through your head, were the drop outs, the dreamers, singers and screamers (the heart throbs with heartbreak), the outcasts and kids that you thought could never last (the misfits with hit lists), well never stop unless were dead, youd better get that through your head