Ignited Refrain

You dropped wax on my candlestick
that I had no intention on burning.
I had no intention on burning.
I’m burning.
I’m burning.
It burns.

Room temperature isn’t ideal
when cacti gardens are concerned.
Excuses to melt are made by wicks
                                            and pricks
                           with their tiny dicks.
You plant another rhypsalis baccifera
                                                    (bacteria)
                                    (syphilis).
But you don’t need a new spine
   to try
and dare
   or dare
and try
to get things started.
It’s not you, it’s me;
It’s not you, it’s me;
It’s not you, it’s me;
I’m flame-retardant.

My priority is to extinguish

after every blow.

It could’ve been love,

It could’ve been love,

It could’ve been love,

but I’d rather not know…

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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