The flame of my lighter illuminates my face.
As I take another drag,
I deal with my fate.
Memories of you playback in my mind,
from the first kiss
to when I left you behind.
I've tried everything to make it stop,
your essence, your being,
every last drop.
It envelops me as the smoke does,
it invades my lungs
and drives my lust.
Please don't be the death of me.
My prayers to the universe were once returned,
a love unrequited,
then a flame that burned.
I wished upon all the stars, even the sun,
that one day,
you and I could be one.
Of course I thought you wanted the same,
a wild love like mine
that only you could tame.
You cursed my skin to crave your touch,
oh,
how I wanted it so much.
Please don't be the death of me.
You put your tongue where I could only speak your language,
and in the end,
only in anguish.
I begged you to write secrets on my skin with your fingertips,
and when you did,
the secrets slipped out of my lips.
You breathed yourself into me like you were bringing me back to life,
I exhaled your stress,
I absorbed your strife.
Please don't be the death of me.
We ate what was forbidden, our fruit,
the troubles we birthed
almost becoming moot.
Fools in love have nothing to lose
but daylight and moonlight
while daydreaming of a muse.
The knowledge that you could light me on fire,
I wish so badly
that I had no other desire.
Please don't be the death of me.
I write to move on and release me from this pain,
please don't tell me
that I threw it all down the drain.
The sparks I felt, so lively and new,
are only just a memory,
of what we had to do.
A necessary evil to become who we are today,
a desert between us,
and that's how it will stay.
Its easy to mistake lust for love at such a young age,
my dreams that I had
were really a cage.
And now I smoke my cigarette as I forget about the day,
that drove me to madness
and gave me karmic debt to pay.
Please don't be the death of me.