*Pat*

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*Back on my sad shit💀*
*It does end sad tho lmao*
*e/c means your eye color*
*song name is "house on fire" by Bailey Zimmerman
*You and Patrick are falling apart and Patrick hates the idea of that*
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(Baby, are we burnin out?
Hearts are gettin heavy
I can see some dark gray clouds
And they're rolling in steady)

(Yeah, I can see the sunshine fading from your
e/c eyes
Days ain't been the same but I'm holding on real tight
Are we burnin out?
Cause our hearts are gettin heavy)

(We can set this house on fire
Grad the gasoline, let's get back to you and me, baby
Watch the flames get higher
Burn up every reason, forget about you leaving)

(And watch them sparks fly right back in your eyes
Set this house on fire)

(Baby, do you hear that sound?
Can you hear it fallin?
The second that it hits the ground
Yeah, you know I'm all in)

(Cause I can see the sunshine lighting up your
e/c eyes
Days haven't been the same, don't you think it's about time
That we burn it down?
Get back to where we started)

(And set this house on fire
Grab the gasoline, let's get back to you and me, baby
Watch them flames get higher
Burn up every reason, forget about you leavin)

(And watch them sparks fly right back in your eyes
And set this house on fire)

(Set this house on fire
Set it on fire)

(We can set this house on fire
Grab the gasoline, let's get back to you and me, baby
Watch them flames get higher
Burn up every reason, forget about you leavin)

(And watch them sparks fly right back in your eyes
I'm gonna make them sparks fly right back in your eyes
And set this house on fire)

(Baby, are we burnin out?
Cause our hearts are gettin heavy)

As Patrick was holding yn out in the front yard of an old house they were staying at, the fire was shining in her eyes.

"I'm gonna make them sparks fly right back in your eyes" he whispered as he slowly kissed her.Then they both walked down the street to a old building on Main Street where they both held each other for the rest of the night in an warm embrace.

If you were to look out of the window you could faintly see the house burning in the distance.
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*I love this one so much*
*Do u love Bailey Zimmerman too?*
*love you, mean it*

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