They warned me, of course, that your temper was hot,

That the sparks in your eyes were a dangerous spot.

But I like the risk, I enjoy the grand blaze,

And I thought I could manage your reckless, wild ways.

I stood in the kitchen, just watching you burn,

The candles, the bridges, the lessons you'd never learn.

I fed the combustion, believed I was strong,

A firefighter convinced that I truly belonged

In the middle of chaos, the heat and the smoke,

Ignoring the moment our whole structure broke.

I thought we were the fire, a brilliant, bright thing,

The glorious, hot music that only we could sing.

But soon I realized you were just playing alone,

Using my patience as fuel for your throne.

And when I walked out, I didn't reach for the hose,

I just let the whole messy inferno expose

The fact that I wasn't the victim, you see.

I was the one who ignited the whole thing to free

Myself from the burden of keeping your flame low.

Now I'm standing outside, watching your whole life glow.

It's a beautiful sight, that destructive, bright light.

I'm warm by your wreckage, and spending the night

Enjoying the heat, now that I've learned the best rule:

Don't put out the fire; just stand back and be cool.