Pyromaniac Romance
There was this light behind your eyes that I noticed when I saw you realize that the sawdust I’d packed into my heart had just been waiting for that little spark. / It’s been so long. I’ve been so cold. I just thought that it was part of growing old. But you came along and blew up my TV and I felt something ignite inside of me. / Meet me tonight. I’ve got the fuse, you’ve got the light. We might get blown to bits but it’s still worth a chance. We’d both get tires of that softly glowing candle kinda love. Let’s have a pyromaniac romance. / We go together like sodium and water; a little but like napalm, only hotter. We both look good in the glow of burning gasoline;
so bring the powder and a match, I’ll bring the kerosene. / Burn down the house. Blow up the car. Set fire to everything we own out in the yard. No structure or reason can withstand the burning of a pyromaniac romance.