Setting Fire To Complacent Nights

of all the things that set us apart
this is just the start of it
i am the arsonist
in your basement setting fire to complacent nights
throwing gas over your white flag
everything reminds us of hurt
why does everything remind us of hurt?
wave it proud and wave it high
burn a scar into the sky
as i preach about the flames in her eyes
i need something to show for what i believe in
oh i thought we were above these violent acts of love