You told me once
That you were a leaf in the wind
I thought how wrong you were
You speak of us,
Like possibly you’re a glint in the corner of my eye
I thought how cruel you were
You’re a firecracker in an ink blue sky
You pop and crack, and blind these eyes
A raging fire in the dead of night
I didn’t stand a chance  
But in the morning light,
Between your hands,
I’d choose to burn every time