Sudden flicker of the Bic lighter spark!
It's become the new generation's lost art
It's become a part of you and your heart
This rapidly growing disease would never go away
It will always come back and bite you the next day

Yet you cling to me, to cry and grieve
I would realize that I am all you need
You are holding my legs, slumped onto the floor
Your stories of past child abuse seem to pour
Onto my carpet and varnished hardwood floors
You are crying harder, you can't speak anymore


I am just going to push your pretty innocent little soul away
You are just going to throw me away tomorrow or the next day
I have sat here and listened to the delicate things you've had to say
And it's only been weeks, but it seems like agonizing decades