End

Since you've learned to build a bomb
It's become your favorite hobby
Blowing up these situations ten times greater than they should be
You just can't help yourself
So abiding, so inviting
To the tempers that are rising and this heat wave that you're riding
You feel no remorse
You can't 'cause we've been through this all before

This is your expertise
Making something out of nothing
Unaffected, shamelessly poised with your finger on the button
Your senses tingling
So exciting, all this fighting
Take delight in the spotlight but never mind that it is blinding
You light the fuse and wait
For this big, dramatic bitch to detonate

You're letting all these petty problems
Weigh you down
It's nice of you to say you're sorry
But it's too late now

You've got weapons up your sleeve
But you're too eager to use them,
You abuse them, cruel and careless, mindless battle casualties
And in your darkest hours
You find yourself regretting
And still dreading this addiction, this infection that you're spreading
You know there is no cure
'Cause each time you cook your fix you just want more

You're letting all these petty problems
Weigh you down
It's nice of you to say you're sorry
But it's too late now

It's hard to get along
When the greatest fear you share is being wrong