The ember still glows, alone, defiant.
It's stuck in a heart that's never been compliant.
I'd put it out, but I don't have control.
I stamp it and it only burns my sole.
I don't have a shot. I long ago quit hopin'.
I don't have a shot. I long ago stopped hopin'.
I'd like to get caught, and get it in the open.
I smothered it; I knew this love was doomed.
I tried to stomp it out; I knew this love was doomed.
But it's still aglow, and I'm the one consumed.
My thoughts are turning circular.
I try to think of other things,
I think of not thinking of her.
But back into my thoughts she springs,
Though writing songs won't help this man,
I am convinced that nothing can.
The year's in retreat. The days are growing darker.
I stare at my feet. My plight is growing starker.
For I am cursed in perpetuity
For I am stuck in perpetuity
With a vampire heart that steals the life from me.
With a vampire heart that sucks the life from me.
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