Sitting in her bedroom and she's listening with headphones

To a song that I once sang

I wonder if she's waiting for a song that she could call her own

She wonders what's the delay

And I write, 'cause I owe it to you and I am on your side

You're mine tonight

Heaven sent and [bad word] 

I wonder if she misses me

When I am not around

I'm trying to be quiet

But I want to start a riot in the street

So [bad word] down

She doth teach the torches to burn bright

And she gets down, she gets downright

Your cigarettes just got a light

And I know I want burns

Heaven sent and [bad word] 

She dropped my TV in the street

I didn't even care

Little things like attitude

The way that we both hate seafood

I wonder why she's there

But I don't ask, you don't tell

Never really goes this well

Surprised to hear you say

Worried I would go away but

Never ever be afraid 'cause this ones here to stay

This one smokes [bad word] right

Convinced St. Francis to ignite

Your cigarettes are not alright

And I know I want burns

For the sun to rise It must get dark

I'd never think you'd miss that mark

But if I'm the fire you're the spark

And I know I burn