Before her there was fire
And it was so bright and hot,
Painfully hot and it never let up;
Always burning and keeping that
Orange blaze brighter than the sun
Shining through the car windscreen.
Before her there was nobody
And it was the worst kind of hell,
Painfully hot and it never let up;
Always feeling the pressure of an eternity
Filled with the only lovers I thought
I’d have; those fucking magazines.
Before her there was fire
And after her there were the ashes
Of one hell of a romance.
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