Second-Hand Spark

You lean on door frames like you own the night. Say my name

soft, then you slip out of sight. You light me up just to

watch me burn. Every mix signals another hard turn. You laugh like you know what

you're doing to me. Drop bread crumbs, never let me eat.

You're a second-hand spark in the dark of my chest. I breathe you

in, but I never get rest. You hold the match,

but you won't let it stay. You want the fire, not the price

I pay. If you don't want me, why do you stay so