i changed the locks but your key, your key's still working can't train a moth, I guess each beast gets her burden so we circle this old flame too much at stake but too late to change my nerves are shot my reserves are exhausted it's a tired plot, but we bought it now we're lost bewteen love and cholera saccharine read... such a sentimental novel give you cavities if it doesn't drive you to the bottle as for me, I'll take another kerosene, if you've got it something harder built like a moth you see I still get chills when you talk to me but the years pass by now in twos and threes these thrills ain't as cheap as they used to be
if you're asking, I can't say no just one more chapter, our book won't close and I know it's madness to play these odds it's like giving matches to paper, to paper dolls
I know it's madness, I know
tried sweet talk, tried dynamite but I sleepwalk back to the battle site fight fire with fire but the fire won't fight we just fly these circles like tired kites you flash some fang and I bat my lashes and we're back again, ne end to this game with matches we've been lovers and strangers and friends who get angry made mistakes and amends and brief moments of magic we forgive and forget and give into attraction this whole thing depends on amnesia and magnets I'd be leaving for good I'd be looking for better but I got this broken habit I keep gluing back together the fervor the fire the feathers the fever defies measure and good sense won't venture where the moth won't let it
if you're asking, I can't say no just one more chapter, our book won't close and I know it's madness to play these odds it's like giving matches to paper, to paper dolls