Were these romantic treats not suitable for consumption?
Is this why I'm now a victim of spontaneous combustion?
I've never been much for proper love instruction
Never safe by myself, as I'm known for self-destruction
Is my affection becoming little more than obstructive?
Are my sweet undertones just becoming counterproductive?
Your chilling biting words and electrocutions are conductive
You're exploding, blazing flames in my face, so combustive
Why this spontaneous combustion?
Why has our love malfunctioned?
Throwing up walls isn't constructive
Trust me, it's only self-destructive
I've tried to be instructive
To keep from being obstructive
Sometimes I'm not close enough
Especially when times grow rough
But don't let our love crash and burn
Don't take this horribly wrong turn
Before I turn self-destructive...
Before I feel myself turn combustive...