i guess being with you is like touching a burning bulb of light,
it's hot and you burn. but as much as i get hurt, morbid curiousity fuels my want to keep touching,
see what would happen if i touched it for a few seconds longer this time, 
if i touched you one more time. by the end of the day, my hands are burnt red to a crisp
and it's hard to switch the light off.