To burn slowly is what I want the most with love
Too often have I found that the beginnings of flames burn bright
Like sodium in water, constituting a lustful explosion
The Fireworks always put on such a show, lure me in with their extravagant promises
But at the end of the night, the sky is only left with the remanent smoke and the pungency of gunpowder
In the fun of the hour: my figure has always been a topic of interest, with no interest in time
Why do I always take it so fast? Why don\'t I try going slow? Why does my trust always play line-leader?
Without time to tell, I trust that they\'ll fall in love with the thoughts in my head, and not into my bed
Stop looking at me, stop looking, stop me, top me
Keep fanning the flame as I say it\'s not me, you caught me, looks like I forgot me
Follow the patterns you\'ve been taught to endure:
Give up something for love, but it sure as hell won\'t be my body anymore
Like two candles, fall into me; meld to my mind
No tears left to cry as the wax shields my eyes
Our wicks will get smaller as our flames grow much taller
Smoke signal to the suitors who are willing and able
To garner the patience and slow burn \'till we\'re stable