Kerosene - Ben Hazlewood

I don’t get the joke\nThese talking heads\nI broke the locks\nCut the common thread\nIt don’t take much\nTo light me up\nI hold my place\nNo one is anchoring\nOoh… I’m kerosene\nOoh…\nI light the curtains\nAnd douse the bed\nYou snuffed it out\nBut it’s glowing red\nIt don’t take much\nTo Set me off\nAll of these fools\nThat I’m not suffering\nOoh… I’m kerosene\nOoh…\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just wanna burn it down\nThe nature of an ember\nFalling 'fore it hits the ground\nAnd I know the scar\nWill be a part of me now\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just want to burn it out\nI don’t fit the mold\nYou put me in\nCan’t take me twice\nDon’t try again\nIt’s nothing new\nDiscarded love\nAll of this chaos\nThat I find comfort in\nOoh… I’m kerosene\nOoh…\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just wanna burn it down\nThe nature of an ember\nFalling 'fore it hits the ground\nAnd I know the scar\nWill be a part of me now\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just want to burn it out\nSo bright\nSo bright\nCan’t catch me\nI’m falling\nSo bright\nSo bright\nCan’t catch me\nI’m falling\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just wanna burn it down\nThe nature of an ember\nFalling 'fore it hits the ground\nAnd I know the scar\nWill be a part of me now\nI don’t wanna feel it\nI just want to burn it out\nOoh… I’m kerosene\nOoh…\nI don’t get the joke\nThese talking heads\nI hold my place\nNo one is anchoring