you say you've got power
and you think you have control
but how far along do we have to get
before our lives turn into a burning mess?
everything I touch catches flame
and you're no exception.
my eyes like a match
to your gasoline rage.
anything I say makes you flare up
in heat and soot and smoke.
I'm tired of the smoke stains.
I'm tired of the burn marks.
I just want for it all to end
before we both go down in ashes.