I hate sparks, I’ve not always hated them, but I do now, it reminds me of wild fires and how they consume everything in their wake.

I met a girl once, it started with a spark, 6 raging months of wild fire burning down every single wall, inhibitions, that spark set me on a course that would haunt my very being, I really do hate sparks, they don’t come with a caution sign or a do not enter sign, they are intrusive, reckless and selfish.

I’ve always heard people ask this question..... How can something so good be so evil? I could never relate until I met a certain angel,coated with innocence, good intentions, vulnerability, passion and with just a pinch of lust ,that was all it took to light the match.

Sparks like all good things come to an end, only they end right in the middle of the song, you just never see it coming.