"It's 2am, I'm drunk again, it's heavy on my mind"

As the cold breeze blows on this frozen night in Virginia. I sit, tucked away in my mind, for I know now that our love has run cold. It has grown old and tired. It has given it's final call. The flame, once burned so bright with lustful passion and warmth. Now burnt out and nothing left but a pile of ashes. From the ashes brings a new flame, burning deep down inside. A flame so mesmerizing and full of warmth it can consume you within a matter of seconds.