The Holy Mess - Spencer Reid lyrics

Verse) You little arsonist, you set my hair on fire Couldn't sleep until it burned out And my set is burning up like a funeral fire Think it is gone for good A force in my head calls me a liar I come clean and I fall on the floor You ever come up being sick and tired? Tell me if you would! (Chorus) (I get lost in a bad translation) Show me I mean anything to you Tell me you got better sh** to do Show me I'm the one disfigured Map to map, caress that figures(?) Show me I mean anything to you sponsored links (Verse) You little alchemist, you let the uninspired formulas Be gone for ages With tattered pages, lots of wisdom, lots of words So, my head is calling me a liar Coming clean, can I borrow a shirt?(?) I got a thing of being sick and tired Stagger me if you could (?) (Chorus) (I get lost in a bad translation) Show me I mean anything to you Tell me you got better sh** to do Show me I'm the one disfigured Map to map, caress that figures(?) Show me I mean anything to you Show me I mean anything to you