She’s fire, I know it, and call me a fuckin’ pyro ‘cause, goddamn if I don’t crave the flame. To be honest, I’m not sure what to do about this girl. She’s so hot and cold. Okay, maybe she’s never hot, but she definitely gets to that lukewarm level, like the half empty water bottle you dig out of your back seat when you’re dying of thirst. But I guess she could say the same about me. The hot and cold part, I mean. I’m as good as whiplash when it comes to her, I know that, but she does that to me.
