Roman Candle

Everything i heard that night
Would fall into a category
Vicious
Or as gentle as a lamb

Vipers on the bedroom floor
Are waiting for the perfect moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hand

Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool
And half of us are cursed
No need to explain
A small misunderstanding

Buried underground
We live in a world where
Half of us are born
And half of us will burn
Will you
Kill the flame
Or light the roman candle

Terrible and fascinating
Stricken by your charming manner
Welcoming the adder to my door

Watching program after program
Passive as an alligator
Gorging at the plate you still want more

In a wave and i'm out of breath
As i brace for the final curtain
And i call out

On a wave and it's ten feet tall
Fallin down like its second nature
Turning backwards