MATCHBOX TWENTY

but long ago

your flame was bright

and I was focused

on letting it burn out

until you took me

straight to the edge

I became the candle

on our lightweight love affair

and you drew the flame as

we came undone in ecstasy

so I let you light the candle

a few more times

but the wind blew out the flame

before i could

and I still lay unlit

leaning against your bedroom wall

why light a fire that doesn't want to be lit?