There's some leftover gasoline
A few ashes too          
          Inside my heart
From the last loser      
Who tore me apart
                You could use that          
       To light a fire in my soul
               Just grab a match      
     Make a tiny little spark
       Love me right    
Brighten my heart              
Keep my flame burning
   Treat my love
Like priceless art              

*All you need to do
Is breathe oxygen in my vicinity
To keep it lit

You're like an alien to me,
Distant but in the same galaxy.
You come and go as you please,
Leaving markings on my ground.
You pull me into your UFO -
Torture me as an experiment.
But I am still so completely
Drawn to the idea of you.
I want to discover you
And see inside of you
For the first time.
I want to know what
You have to offer
On a planet far away.
I wonder -
Could your world be
A perfect match to mine?
Or are we too distant and different
To be side by side
Without judgement or confusion,
Without hatred or being pushed away.
Or would we be a perfectly imperfect,
******* up and unaccepted
Match in this galaxy?