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We're taking credit for the Heatwave across the South.
Sure, it's silly dear but grab a mirror
And look what's dribbling outta your mouth.
You knew this day was coming, darling, didn't you?
We said we'd melt your heart out,
Didn't think we'd burn out so soon, did you?
I'm taking credit for the ashes on your lawn
And the only regret I've left to accept is
I waited so goddamned long.
Our love's long been in cinders, Doll, admit it.
This flame has been impending
You just couldn't see me ending things with you.
We're taking credit for the massacre downtown.
If everybody thinks we're dangerous,
No one will hold us up or down.
You knew this day was coming, darling, didn't you?
You heard about our hit-list,
Didn't think we'd follow through though, did you?
We're taking credit for the Heatwave 'cross the South.
Sure, it's silly dear but grab a mirror,
And look what's driveling out of your mouth.
You knew this day was coming. I'll admit it, too.
I couldn't talk myself into or out of
Ending things or up with you.