I said I'd walk you home after our third round of pouring whiskey down the
barrel of our guts and I grabbed hold of your hand. We're up and we're out and
we're yelling through the streets and I'm out of my $#&@ing mind and I know

you're next to me but I must confess what's in my head. Keep pumping now, legs
to beat the ground and our hearts to beat the band. The sky's on fire again. Run
down this alleyway. Lightning bolts again and we become fireflies just flashing

at the air. Rattle garbage cans. Prepare to be ravaged by our lust burning mad,
the fire that we've become. And I know you're under me but I must confess what's
in my head: To me you are the light from a light bulb that breaks sometimes and

the tender warmth inside is released into my life and it smothers me in flames
that lick and scorch my face. As the smoke reaches the sky, know I'll burn for
you tonight.