I want to find a fire, The kind that won't burn out. While these ashes in my mouth, Keep my lifeblood from running out. I want to live like a moth, Who sets his eyes upon the sun, That much should be apparent Because it's exactly what I've done. I've lived loved and tasted, I've been burnt, cut, and I've bled. But I've never truly savored, These affections that I dread.