Agni

You want the comfort of a close cuddle

I’d rather move ahead and eat out

You always want to stay in

When I’d prefer the dark shades of sin

You’re as still as a stone

As calm as a creek

But, don’t you want to go drunk driving

And punch the police

Get warm by an arsonist’s fire

Have sex in the streets

Well, I’ve been one for the bedroom

For showers and sobriety

But this shit is boring

It’ll kill me in week

You love how I speak so meek

Yet, I want to switch

From handholding to handcuffs

From soft strokes to stabbing seduction

I’ll feel the heat of an arsonist’s fire

Get drunk and inspired

Have sex on the streets

Punch random people

It’ll kill me in weeks