There's some leftover gasoline
A few ashes too
Inside my heart
From the last loser
Who tore me apart
You could use that
To light a fire in my soul
Just grab a match
Make a tiny little spark
Love me right
Brighten my heart
Keep my flame burning
Treat my love
Like priceless art
*All you need to do
Is breathe oxygen in my vicinity
To keep it lit*
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
There's some leftover gasoline
A few ashes too
Inside my heart
From the last loser
Who tore me apart
You could use that
To light a fire in my soul
Just grab a match
Make a tiny little spark
Love me right
Brighten my heart
Keep my flame burning
Treat my love
Like priceless art
*All you need to do
Is breathe oxygen in my vicinity
To keep it lit*
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