Candlelight

Flickering flame, exotic game, nothing but smoke and mirrors.
Burn marks on the bed sheets, taking the back streets,
Avoiding the highways, because you been slipping sideways
Drifting thru life on the byways,
Saying “I’m going to do it my way, so why don’t you back off now?”
You feel like your friends turned into coppers,
Every where you walk, stepping on poppers;
Don’t you hear the snap, crackle, poppin’?
Shooting sin like it’s heroin, trying to remember how it begins.
The six mile high, turning to six feet under.
A world of regret replacing a world of wonder.
What do you do now?
Oh, what you gonna say?
It’s not to long now, until your wedding day.
Are you just gonna stand up there?
Pretend it’s all alright,
And then when you go to bed, it’ll be like any other night.
When the preacher say girl, do you take this man?
You gonna tell him you took him and brought him back again?
Can you be faithful in marriage? If you weren’t faithful in life?
Tell me what you gonna do, when you run out of candle light?