Every Time I Die - She's My Rushmore

Cut your brake lights, brake your headlight and waited for you at the stop sign
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young
Always the first one on the scene
A pyromantic midsummer nights dream
Thank you, lord:
1) For this oil slick
2) For her car wreck
3) For I'm lovesick
Heaven sent us a hero, but hell tried his resolve
And when you thought you were done for, I pulled through
While you rested your eyes in the driver seat I sat and watched you
Always the first one on the scene
A pyromantic midsummer nights dream
Trust me
We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes
Until we're over it, under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I've done it again
Thank you, lord:
4) For the loaded gun
5) For the bad aim
6) For I'm lonesome
God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.
P.S. The greatest lovers were murderers first