But that's because it's easy to disguise almost anything as a love song.

Don’t know when I learned to play with matchesMust want it all to end in ashesFoot on the gas, add fuel to the fireI’m already high and going higherCharging faster, ready to igniteHeaded for disaster, chasing the nightYou turn wrong when you turn rightWhite light at first sightOh, you’re chasing the nightBut it’s a nightmare chasing you

MIDNIGHTSDon't remember many midnights.Forgotten some of my best insights.Can't recall some of the highest heights.But I've memorized you.Don't remember many daybreaks.How many sunrises have come as I lay awake.Don't dwell on my worst mistakes.But I always think of you

When he woke up, I said, “Your chorus should be more like ‘Big eyes, big soul/big heart, no control/but all she got to give is tiny love.