still a part of your home

Are all the sparks within our lives flickering in a constant doubt?
We’ve discussed this way too much. We’re a time bomb in disguise, well prepared to explode. Do you feel warmer? Don’t you lie. You raise the temperature, aren’t you now?
Cause we’re heating up inside. Our calescent hearts are might be the whys and wherefores.
We burn the candle and let it engulfed in flames.
We melt the wax and the fire slowly fades away.
As we stare blankly through the darkness, will you stay?
The fluorescent light shines brighter in the night when it follows you home.
The incandescent lamp glows dimly every time you decide that you’ll roam.
You’ll wander through the stars that’ll guide you safe and sound to wherever you’ll go.
I’ll wait with my desire for your return and wish that I’m still a part of your home.
When we converse this by and by.
If we combust, will we survive?
Will our angers reignite? Set ablaze to our own mind, while we settle the score.
All of the sparks within our lives are flickering in a constant doubt.