i dont know where my temper went
i lost it in an argument
you kept too sharp and careless
when you made your point and pierced me with it
i said it did a perfect match
its meant to burn with just a scratch
now that should seem to fire you up
how do i approach this conversation
cuz i feel like a firetruck
pulling up too late
to obvious arsen
I said I’m good I’m moving on
Well it won’t be long, it won’t be long
What was that thing hanging from your lips
I swear I wont become afixed
I watched the smoke you struck a flame
You then held to your cigarette
Now was there something more you meant
that I had not uncovered yet
Well I guess that’s just about as close
As I was ever going to get
Walking along I start to gash
It’s nothing more It’s just a scratch
You fanned the fire you fanned your lash
And I feel like I’m about to collapse
I’m telling you it does not hurt
Don’t ask you’ll only make it worse
Walking along I start to gash
It’s nothing more it’s just a scratch