Something I heard Once Before, Still Applies, So here it is.

I said I'd walk you home after our third round of pouring whiskey down
the barrel of our guts and I grabbed hold of your hand.
We're up, we're out, we're yelling through the streets, and I am out of
my mind and I know you next to me, but I must confess, whats in my head.
Keep pumpin now, legs to beat the ground, and our hearts to beat the
band.
The sky's on fire again.
Run down this alleyway.
Lightening bolts again, we've become fireflies, just flashing through
the air.
Rattle Garbage Cans.
Prepare to be ravaged by our lust burining mad, the fire that we have
become.
And I know your under me, but I must confess, whats in my head.
To me you are the light, for a lightbulb breaks sometimes, and the
tender warmth inside is released into my life and it smother's me in
flames that lick and scorch my face.
As the smoke reaches the sky.
I burn for you tonight.
I'll burn for you tonight.

Always,
Gerund

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Scarlatan, in the year 327 AF.