love relationships as meth labs

we build relationships like were building meth labs

they are one in the same

very volatile 

not very stable

every move, every inch

has to be respected

and taken for a purpose

the moment you get cocky

the moment you relax

a fire starts out of nowhere 

and the whole things explodes

sometimes you barely get out alive

sometimes you get burnt

sometimes you get put in the hospital

eyes swollen shut

blood in the whites

eye socket broken

nose broken

cracked ribs

you weren't careful

you didn't respect the danger

you didn't respect the nature of the beast

and the beast turned against you

the hospital bills are mounting up

and you may never be quite right again

even after all the healing

you are playing with a bomb

make no mistake

it might sound like fun to you

it might make you feel good

but its still a bomb

and all the happiness it brings you

and all the flutters it puts in your chest

can still blow up in your face

third degrees burns

the smell of burnt hair in the air

the smell of blood

the swollen knuckles

hurts to make a fist

you're walking with a limp

every step you take aches

and you owe it all to disrespect

respect the bomb you play with

respect the fact that its a bomb

respect the fact that lives are at stake

one false move and its over

theres no second chances

theres no fixing it

theres no making it better

there will be no close calls

its a bomb

and you will be dead or injured

your life will never be the same if you survive

use your fucking head

think everything through

double check everything

be thorough

or go fuck yourself