I should have known she was a pyro She really loves to light the fire She loves to watch it burn Turns on when the pretty flames destroy Her little boy melting all his hopes They always told me not to play with fire They always said I was a very live wire I should have known that she would burn me It's not as if they didn't warn me I just can't help myself Helpless like a fragile moth to flame She calls my name, I'm burning a trail They always told me not to play with fire They always said I was a very live wire