Playing With Fire Lyrics - Sambea Cochrane

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back. 

I remember all of the old days, you brought out the better in me 

You made me the person that I am today, so I ask you now why did you leave? 

So I sit alone in this cold and gray room, with all but my sanity now 

I want to love someone with this broken heart, but it seems I've forgotten how 

Your wearing your black clothes, black heart to the left 

So caught up in sadness you've got nothing left 

And you let yourself down 

And I let myself down 

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back. 

I don't know the names of these feelings, but I don't want to let you down 

Cause I know that this time, is when you need me most, but somehow I just feel drowned 

All I want is just to want you, but you make it so constantly hard 

This whole time you take me by storm I was just a house made of cards 

So here's to the broken, and the lonely ones 

We'll forget all out sorrows, and try to have fun 

So tonight we'll sit around 

And we'll let ourselves down 

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back. 

The lonely days of uncertainty disappear when you come around 

In my dreams, I tell you in mind that you will be safe and be sound 

When it rains the days away, I don't see the tears on your face 

You just get kicked down when you're already down, and you tied up so you can't escape 

I understand you don't want me, and trust me thats fine 

You've got problems and you think it's not in your mind 

But you let yourself down 

And I let us down 

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back. 

So I'll conclude with no honest word, as I probably wont even be heard 

I'm wondering why as promised you I would try to be always concerned 

I want to let you know that, your always welcome back to my home 

You probably won't be taking that offer, but it's better than roaming alone 

So here's to the broken and the lonely ones, 

We'll forget all our sorrows and try to have fun 

And tonight we'll sit around 

And we'll let ourselves down. 

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back. 

You burned yourself playing with fire, and all of those things that we lacked, 

May the road rise up to guide you, and may they be calling you back.