Suitors line up   at the gates of your villa   and I am definite damage.   You aren’t what the weak seek   and it is my good conduct I repent.   Onward we go   through cool rain and snow.   It don’t matter in the dead of winter.   I was lost tonight, but now I think I’m fine.      I am your mother   relapsing again.   So in remission   (like a cancer patient).      Send my lovechild   to the golden gate bridge   and feed him with your likeness   like his father couldn't.      We’re all on fire!   Whether we like it or not   there is no middle ground   just fire.