I got my own little jar of love.
Filled up with sweet nothings and kisses.
But it's been sealed, cause it's had enough.
Had enough of sweet nothing misses.

I'll break the seal though some day soon
Feel the ink and paper in my palms
And I'll toss them up, up to the moon
Cause amongst this chaos I need some calm.

Call me crazy, call me weird.
But These slips of love expired.
I'll burn them all, all the things I feared.
I'll warm my palms in the heat of the fire.

Love burns bright, in life and in death.
It burns hot and it burns long.
But careful, when ink and paper are all that's left.
There's a time stamp on this fires song.