Suicide In Her Head

I met a girl who played with fire She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her Yeah she's the type of girl thats looking for a fight Black lipstick gonna be her prey tonight Yeah she's the type of girl that don't wanna come down High on the fumes of this small town She's gonna burn it to the ground Cause if she can't be an angel Then she'll haunt us all instead And if she can't get to heaven Then she'll go to hell instead And if she can't go outside then she'll have to die in bed Suicide In Her Head Suicide In Her Head I met a girl who took me for a ride She's a little sad but I can't forget those eyes Yeah she's the type of girl Gonna keep you up all night Bloody wrists, little knifes (those little fights) But I don't care what the devil says You can't have her, no one can You're gonna have to rip her From my cold dead hands Cause I'm the type of boy who understands That if she can't be an angel Then she'll haunt us all instead And if she can't get to heaven Then she'll go to hell instead And if she can't go outside then she'll have to die in bed Suicide In Her Head Suicide In Her Head In Her Head Suicide In Her Head I met a girl who played with fire She's a little crazy but I can't stop thinking about her And those strange desires