You, the fire
I, the wood
Burning bright, like they said we should
But I, the wood
Burn to ash,

You, with your clothes thrown on my floor,
******* my best friend right next door

You, the fire
Eating me alive,

I soon will go,
Not with fight

I hold you in my arms,
Perhaps too tight,
For the gasoline, she pours
Compares not to my boring brown

I was once a tree
Stood myself, so free
You cut me down and called me yours
Now I'm here,
Pleading
Baby, Please Love Me