you've a lighter in your chest and you were born a fighter.
so you dig your heels into the ground
and clutch the boy in your arms tighter.
you never really did appreciate stealing.
he's the type your parents warned you about;
the type to break a girl's heart with no remorse, no shame.
he's a pyromaniac with a penchant for
setting innocent hearts aflame.
your heart burns, burns, burns,
and your lungs breathe ashes.
loving him makes embers flow through your veins
and the days blink past in flashes.
don't you see what your heart
has done to you; the harm?
you'd burn a thousand cities
just to keep him warm.
