Leave it to me to get in some kind of trouble.

Breaking a rule. Crossing a line.

Leave it to me to step into the chaos.

Tame fire with one hand-on the other I could die.

I’ve just fallen ten stories, but that ain’t hurtin’ me.

Just danced in fire, but that boy is my current emergency.

Didn’t expect me to be this messed up.

Two black eyes and two broken hands.

Didn’t expect him to do anything but wear off.

It’s been too many days now I don’t understand.

I’ve had a fistfight with the devil.

No one could look worse than me.

Keep brushin’ it off ‘cause that boy is my current emergency.