What is there
Left for us?
I'm empty
And you're casual
I don't remember yesterday
Because I think I was sober
And beating my chest
And I couldn't say a word

Why so casual?
Can every living fire
be fanned and then
I never thought you were in love
But you cannot brush me off
Quickly enough
I must still be on fire
And you don't want to scorch
Your smart casual wear

There's an awful lot of mystery
Behind this fire
But I'm half empty
And I need to burn