Fights Without Fears Within

Love Me More

Every fire is an act of Godly forces

With a fire you don't need the cleanest air

And a fire does not feed off sacred sources

Oh she's a fire and I am medium rare

Chorus I

Yet I'll tell my friends it's nothing but a tan

That I'm a victim of uncertain circumstance

I've been burned before by her allure ah sure

If this is the fever she's the cure

She's as cool as a cucumber

And sublime as a diet coke on ice

I'm frozen by my own desire

Chilled to the bone and it feels nice

Chorus II

But I think I'll tell her friends that I'm her man

She'll be a victim of my wild eye glance

I've got the cold shoulder before ah sure

She's making me numb all the more

Bridge:

Time is beckoning for a dead reckoning

An estimation for any anticipation

I'm wondering if her mind is wandering

And thinking about me with some longing expectation

Ah, fuddy duddy. All of my dreams are muddy

The days are dark and cruddy

With heart beating hard and bloody

Oh, what's in a desperate glare?

Hot seat, electric chair

My mind is ill prepared

Me oh my, this heart feels dared

Chorus III

But I'll tell my friends that she's gone and moved

No one has to know I never followed through

I'm washed up on the shore of losers, say no more, say no more

But what could have I ever done to make her love me more