You and I are volatile.
I struck the match to watch it burn;
I kissed your mouth to watch you turn.
You pulled away to watch me yearn.
You and I are liars on soapboxes.
Hypocrites on a streak;
Martyrs for the meek.
Sober for a week.
You and I are as forbidden as happiness.
As strange as fate;
And O, how I wait.