You mix fire with fire you get ashes with ashes People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs But I can see it in your eyes, you might want to ruin me I'm okay with that boy, I got gambler in my jeans I got my fingers crossed, I grew up on the deadend street I'm use to driving right into my misery Misery Misery And the heart right won't be wrong with you right by my side. I clench my fingers, plant my feet, hold my chair real tight Waiting for those pretty teeth to pulse now back and release Drop the bomb in my life I save my tears for my tomorrow, slide my sins to the side Place my heart on the table, you can accept or decline I've got everything to lose, my reckless appetite, will be the death of me In my Misery Misery You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes People with nice homes shouldn't play with matches They'll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up And all that's left in the middle, are some smoky lungs