• Its my love of the fire that always gets me burned,
    And every time you hurt me I'd bat my eyes and return.
    But I won't give in this time, no now a lesson I have learned,
    That if you're going to play with fire, all you ever get is hurt.

    And he inspires me to write about all my troubled thoughts,
    Even the ones about you and that thing that you called love.
    But Sunshine in the end I know that I have had quite enough,
    You're saying that you miss me, but baby I call your bluff.