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