You lit a fire so blue that I could smell the smoke And try to put it out with my paint-covered hands Ones you knew would be flammable and Tainted with gluey residue For me not to escape you would do anything But you forgot I've licked too many flames To collapse at all the flight in yours Blue is in my blood And my veins are on fire They resemble warm snow at the tip Of your penβs galaxies Except you donβt know how to write