Here take this match my love, such a tiny little thing more valuable than anything and full of a consuming energy.
It can ignite a story and it can bring about the end.
It can be the key to your salvation and a means to an end.
It can bear forth a light that can guide me to the end.
See, I know how you feel about me as of late. It's written all over that beautiful face.
I know, I'm not the man you want me to be and you haven't quite gotten used to me.
It's my fault, I know, but what can you do when your a bastard born with a rebels soul?
See, you mean more to me than anything, but the waters that flow through me can be a treacherous thing.
So my darling my dear, I've doused myself in gasoline.