I never knew fire could burn fire until I met
showed me how candle kindles candle, and I know
one's gotta die first, and reason goes to show
it's the one lit first that's gonna do the dying.
Your lighter click flint steel sparked and burned
the edge of my fingertips into bubble blisters
of passion from a minister's daughter, your sisters
never knew what happened to you. They
don't hear from you anymore.
My lips were burned eyes blinded heart
and tell me why I burned away
hear me laugh in sandstorms
and look in the arid stretch of your heart for where I used to be