The same way that those fireflies glow
Well it's not that I don't wanna know
But it's only so much before my ears will bleed
I don't like the way they looked at me
Don't tempt my head with thrills
I'm strapped to the back of a passenger
While living in a house of wax
It's only so long before the walls will melt
From the heat of the beating blaze
Fiction plays a major part in the wick that picks the flame
I lost my first by accident
I couldn't see through glass
The queen of hearts makes everything look different to what it is