The Furnace

I was the furnace burning strong in a fiery hell
You were the fuel swelling the flame, I loved you so much
You were the writer, I was the story you wanted to tell
I was the backseat, you were the bed, how I savored your touch

Touch me God, I'm swimming in my doubt tonight
It's wrong, there's beauty in this nausea
And passion in the shift of your tongue
When you tell me lies

And I can't get enough

You separate the deed
From the conscious act
Oh, Oh, Oh
You lay it on me
And I don't know just how to act
Anymore
You can lay it down
You can cover your smile with surprise
When you say
That I am just too much
I am just too much
Saying I am just too much now
I am just too much

I was a pilot soaring, caught up in that blaze
You were the crash and the burn
I was a bad dream, falling
You were the meaning of hate
I was looking for a switch to cut the power
To that flame

You separate the deed
From the conscious act
Oh, Oh, Oh
You lay it on me
And I don't know just how to act
Anymore
You can lay it down
You can cover your smile with surprise
When you say
That I am just too much
I am just too much
Saying I am just too much now
I am just too much