I'm not throwing this away, just putting it on the shelf

And someday we can talk again

I hope you'll still be my friend

It could be five years from now, it could be only one

It might even be just a week. Who knows? This could be fun

So don't you be sad about it

Just don't forget about it

Blink the embers from your eyes and drink your gasoline

Exhale fire on my neck and cry your kerosene

Smile now, and burn me down

I'm always gonna be around