Have me in the palm
Have me in the palm of your hand
But you still throw me down
To see how I land
And I'm the type of bitch
Running 'til my next heartbreak
But you still pull me 'round
To see what I'll take
Oh whoa-oh
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh whoa-oh
And I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh whoa-oh
And if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason
Than you hate the way I'm being, oh-oh
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
I'm the type of bitch always gotta dry her eyes
Cause someone said somethin' that I didn't like
And maybe I've been catching
Maybe I've been catching good days
When you're sweet to me like lemonade
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh whoa-oh
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh whoa-oh
And I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh whoa-oh
And if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason
Than you hate the way I'm being, oh-oh
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Damn, you're good when you say you love me
Damn, you're good when you give me nothing
Damn, you're good when you say you love me
Damn, you're good when you give me nothing
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh whoa-oh
And I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh, ah-ah, oh whoa-oh
And if you tell me that you're leaving
I'ma need a better reason
Than you hate the way I'm being, oh-oh
And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down