Gas and Matches

All the way up here
I was thinking it over
I wish we could drink some beer
And work it out

Our lungs were burning
We're starting to worry
I couldn't catch my breath
Or slow my heart beat

We took your photograph
We thought we'd have a few good laughs
At your expense
Here you thought we were your friends
I guess now you know
Or do you?

Are there really
People like that?
Or is this guy just
Making shit up?
Pity party
Feeling sorry for yourself

We were begging for mercy
You were holding a gas can
You had our hands tied
Behind our backs
I started crying
'Cause I thought it was over
You pulled a matchbook from your back pocket

We took your photograph
We thought we'd have a few good laughs
At your expense
Here you thought we were your friends
I guess now you know

We knew you were half and half
But we never knew you were
A psychopath
Or that you'd have the last laugh
I guess now we know