Before Your Flame

Sitting here before your flame
A saint’s romantic hear is to blame
Burning deep within, you’ve consumed my thoughts
Puppet strings let me know who really call the shots
Torn between my heart and my head
Their fighting will leave this fool dead
So I lay here trembling in the rain
Imaging your touch has brought on this pain
Now think of me as you lay beside him
As the beating pulse explodes within
Fist balled up and screaming at the wall
Let’s light him up and destroy it all
It isn’t worth sitting here anymore
Just wait until he finds out what’s in store
It may have been lonely chasing the girl for so long
But imagine the emptiness when your morals are gone
Don’t tell me about friends and drunken mistakes
Because I’ll tell you about bro’s that turned into losers and fakes
They just talk too much and when it starts to stink
Then you know he’s not even worth the words from this ink

— Originally published August 4, 2003 —