I Thought I Liked To Play With Fire

I thought I liked to play with fire until your flame left it’s mark; Bewildered, I walk around now aching for a little bit more of your smoke to inhale; Forever isn’t enough; Sizzling, I think how would it be to get a little bit higher come a little bit closer let my senses get muddled; Just feel you, drown inside your touch; Forever isn’t enough; When you’re not around you’re not gone; Not really; The echo you leave behind never subsides instead seems to intensify, the spark that you ignited leaves me longing to fly; It seems forever isn’t enough.