Love you like a fire burning bright in the cold dead of night.
If sleep were an escape would you still dream of me?
And who’s to say what’s real,
The things you can touch or the things that you feel?
You’re burning so bright, red hot to the touch,
Makes me feel like I’m not alone
When I’m on the run from all the things that I’ve done,
And I’ve nowhere left to hide but in the words of this poem.
And then I see your face,
And it’s wonderful.
But when I’m not asleep, it’s all lies
And I despise the compromise,
I fail to fold and feat.
Will my wick burn out?
Can you see me through?
And what would you do if my string frayed?
Would you still call me beautiful?
I know you just like the names,
They’re pretty and it sets them apart in your tainted little heart
Blue’s a mighty fine colour,
But periwinkle’s art.
What does it all mean anyway?
When the chips are down,
And there’s no one around,
The only shades are grey.
Give me what I need,
The fancy house with the inground pool;
But what’s money when colour’s still free –
Fire like desire lighting up the skies, you see
It just makes me wonder what’s left to gain
When it’s all over, go home and sleep it off.
Repress to digress before you fall,
Blow me out like Cobain, quick with no pain.