it stung a little.

spark a match and watch the candle burn,
the wick runs out and then love takes it's turn,
on fallen angels and broken sounds,
we will last past the final round.

Even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as screwed as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again. - John Mayer