Sometimes you catch the fire, but sometimes the fire catches you.
But that's what flamethrowers do.
I am made of flammable material.
If I face the fire, I might not make it through.
Darling, you're a flamethrower.
They say playing with matches a girl can get burned.
And this is a lesson I have already learned.
So keep your perfect smile tucked away from me and save your hellos for someone who can catch the flame,
But I don't take kindly to shifted blame.
Darling you're a flamethrower,
And the spark is over.
The spark is over.
{written about no one in particular}
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