Burn

Come on back tonight,

I dare you.

You will not recognize

anything from you and I.

Ashes to ashes,

it just takes one hour to burn.

And I am fine.

You did me like all your sad little girls,

and for once in my life I was true.

If all is fair in love and war

it’s not worth the trouble of hating you.

So I don’t,

but dammit sometimes I do.

And that’s the worst part of me

because it shows I still care.

I am fine.

You’re like playing with fire

indifferent to the pain of the burn.

So bring out the match book 

and take a good look,

there’s nothing about love here to be learned.