i dont know where my temper went   i lost it in an argument   you kept too sharp and careless   when you made your point and pierced me with it   i said it did a perfect match   its meant to burn with just a scratch   now that should seem to fire you up   how do i approach this conversation   'cause i feel like a firetruck   pulling up too late   to obvious arsen   I said I'm good I'm moving on   Well it won't be long, it won't be long   What was that thing hanging from your lips   I swear I wont become afixed   I watched the smoke you struck a flame   You then held to your cigarette   Now was there something more you meant   that I had not uncovered yet   Well I guess that's just about as close   As I was ever going to get   Walking along I start to gash   It's nothing more It's just a scratch   You fanned the fire you fanned your lash   And I feel like I'm about to collapse   I'm telling you it does not hurt   Don't ask you'll only make it worse   Walking along I start to gash   It's nothing more it's just a scratch