Had me in the palm, had me in the palm of your hand
But used to throw me down to see how I land
And I'm the type of bitch running to my next heartbreak
But you still pull me 'round to see what I'll take

Oh woah-oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh woah-oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
Imma 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' I didn't like
Maybe I've been catching
Maybe I've been catching good days
When you're sweet to me, like lemonade

Oh woah-oh, I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh woah-oh, I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
Imma 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

And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down
Oh woah-oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out
Oh woah-oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving
Imma 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