Matches

This box of matches in my hand,

Fires up the pyromaniac in me.

 

I’d set you off like a firework,

If I could,

Send you out with a bang;

You could have your moment among the stars.

 

I’m waiting for the day you burn out,

Like the best of us,

Down here on planet earth.

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