And The Wick Burnt Black

can foolhardy love affairs,

be more than just wet thighs?

because the all that you're giving me

I don't recognize

the strength of your beauty's been

somewhere seeking solitude

and you're still afraid of me

it's all in your eyes

here we are

my heart's in your hand

we did this all wrong

let's do it again

you're a gun

this bad taste of leaving

will rush through my mouth

the words that I'm sealing

I'll start with now

if my words were stone

I'd kiss them in your mouth

and though you're the lion

I'll drag you down

let's sing tonight

while holding my hand

we could be friends

but I'm better off sleeping alone

I'm nothing (like an urn)

I'm filling my body with flesh you have burnt