I walk on embers of a past that lives on
to walk close to shores to cool my feet,
call you to the beach to hold me,
comfort me,
be my hurricane,
rather than the fires that blind me.
Wash me away in your sin,
I burn in hot flashes
and I don't want to.
Calm me down in your arms,
I need to forget, make me forget,
you've got that drug that I need
in the taste of your lips.
Rain on me,
burn the fire around me
before you watch it burn me completely.
Remember that day when you came by
to see me stand there all alone by the beach?
I was about to burn something,
my tote had matchboxes and lighters,
those bottles held kerosene to make it easy.
I wanted to put an end
but you ended up there when I wasn't expecting it.
Have you already memorized my number plate?
But you're strange;
don't you want me when I'm making it so easy,
when I'm being a daydream?
Let's play these games that you so desire,
let me hear you hum the arabic song you know,
I'm getting desperate and I know you can sense it;
one can't help an addict who doesn't get what they want.
It's like you lay lines for me
and then bind me down and say,
watch me narrate what it feels like to do these to you,
torture, I tell you.
I've been sober for too long,
it's making my veins snap.
I'm not testing your patience, darling;
you are testing mine. F--k you!
But when I heal completely, I'll leave,
say goodbye and vanish completely,
I hope there will be no hard feelings,
unless, you make me begin to feel something
I don't currently want to feel.
