Spitfire

It's all fighting
My sides are careening
Boiling past the point
At where she crashes
Heard a tale of lore
Body is a garden
See the wrong after it's gone
All along she's spitting
Here comes the word so understanding
And folding her up
Spitfire
Buring fingers that's branded into here
Pass it off to the cut of glass, frozen flash
She's just asking for what she won't say
Here comes the world so understanding And sucking her
Spitfire