self immolation

oh please spare me
this embarrassing speech
where you proclaim the end
to every single "i love you"
and every embrace that i've given you
i guess i'll just turn away and become one with the dust
oh cuz self-immolation and contemplation
are playing a game with lust
and when i become, a smoking pile of ash
i'll absorb every piece of light
and never give it back
because this was not part of the plan
we said we'd let this run its course
but you thought something else was better than
those endless nights under streetlights in my arms
where the stars spelled out our names
and the galaxy didnt seem so far

so now i'll sit here by my phone
and pray and wish to hear it ring
so i can hear your voice
for one last time as the flames engulf my home