So you treat your love like a firefly, like it only gets to shine, for a little while Catch it in a mason jar with holes in the top and run like hell… - Miranda Lambert

I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun,
Wait by the door and light a cigarette.
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one.
And he ain't seen me crazy yet.
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of:
Gunpowder and lead.

Forget your high society, I'm soakin' it in kerosene.
Light 'em up and watch them burn, teach them what they need to learn; ha!
Dirty hands ain't made for shakin', ain't a rule that ain't worth breakin'.
Well, I'm givin' up on love 'cause love's given up on me.

Another vice, another town
Where my past can't run me down.
Another life, another call,
Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of
At 7 AM with shoes in my hand.
Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again.
And I know I'll be gone tomorrow night.
Mm, another vice.