Fire

I keep my bags
Packed and ready
But you look so good
I keep my job
I keep on working steady
Cause it pays so good
I keep my smokes rolled up
Cause they make me feel so good —
And it feels so good to feel so good
I’m sick
And you’re bad
I’ve got an itch that I’ve gotta run and scratch
So I come back
Light fire to my match
You’re fire on my match
I keep my bed made
I keep my sheets in order
But you make a mess
When you roll around in them
I like the weather when it’s summertime, and
I like you just the way you were
I drink my water where I find it
You drink yours from a well
I’m sick
And you’re bad
I’ve got an itch that I’ve gotta run and scratch
So I come back
Light fire to my match
You’re fire on my match