I made a fire, to stay warm
I made a fire and felt at home
Then the wind came and I let it go
Left with ashes of glowing red
Started to feed the fire in my head
I left the fire to feel cold
I left the fire for a burning cigarette I hold
I left the fire for it would not feel used
I hate myself for this
Because she was the fire in my life
And I was too stupid to tell her
Now I'm alone with smoke and a pile of ashes
God I regret letting the wind turn off my fire
Because its too late for matches
