he walked into your life with a transfer slip in one hand,
and your best friend's pink heart already clutched in the other.

you thought he was like sunshine,
like her, like riley, like the sun.

you cruelly remind yourself that sunshine belongs to the sun,
so you stay away because there's nothing worse than a sunburn.

but under the starry texan sky you discover that he's not,
he's not sunshine at all.

he is fire,
turning everything red, red, red,
turning your heart red.

he is fire,
and you are a moth to a flame.