Fire with Fire
Maybe you got pre-occupied in your own drama
Or perhaps you simply had enough of mine
If you’re the leaf and I’m the branch
Try not to land so far from the vine
Maybe you saw things in black and white
And my techno color was hard to embrace
If you’re the brush and I’m the paint
Then first impressions will always leave a trace
Maybe you were too much like earth and water
Noble substances many desire
Or maybe just maybe you were too much like me
Seeking wind and permission to feed fire with fire