Even a Lighter (Can Run Out of Fuel)

Like the flint inside your bic I give the spark even though you strike me The catalyst to start the flames But the butane's gone, and now you cannot light me Well, I don't know how long I've been your fool But even a lighter can run out of fuel Like a moth drawn to my own flame I gather 'round anyone who lights it I should know not to burn myself But if I had to guess, I'd say I really like it Well, I don't know how long I've been your fool But even a lighter can run out of fuel Well, I don't know how long I've been your fool But even a lighter Even a lighter Even a lighter Even a lighter Can run out of fuel Strike the flint, and light the flame It's heat on call Summoning of passion A conflagration therein once did rage Naught left to burn, now crumbling and ashen Well, I don't know how long I've been your fool But even a lighter can run out of fuel Well, I don't know how long I've been your fool But even a lighter can run out of fuel I don't know how long I've been a fool I don't know how long I've been a fool