Miss Fire

Miss Fire

V1

When we first met, you were choosing, and when we last talked, I was losing, 

But I let it go, because I knew you had to make your mind up.

I was already holding onto something; bruising. 

And I knew it was a long path. 

Four years is a lot of math. 

I laughed and then I sent you back;

Cracked doors ain’t’ closed, and that’s the fact.

I’m open; hoping that you figure it out.

Everything in its’ own time, I ain’t’ living with doubt.

I erred on the side of caution, because I’ve been there, girl, and done’ that before. 

A rebound ain’t’ a pretty thing, just a fix for the moment, and in the moment it’s a pretty thing. 

And you sure are a pretty thing, but I’d rather do what I want to do, when I want to do it.

And pursing ain’t’ an option now, but I get a call ‘every now and then’. 

You want to come over and share your feelings?

Ain’t’ nothing’ wrong with a little bit that sexual healing. 

And you still got a thing for him. 

With the ebb and flow, it’s so hard to let go. 

Ain’t’ it?

You painted me a picture of a man trying to hold on too tight; too scared to let go, 

And hear that echo of being alone in the dark night.

You’re so bright.

Maybe he’s the shadow of a fantasy that you’ve conjured up, 

But I don’t give a fuck. 

Chorus 1:

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

V2

You see I really didn’t want to talk about it, because I really had a hard time.

You had your hand out; I had mine out, reaching.

Still we couldn’t seem to find, a straight line to the same point. 

Paralleled by the same needs; same wants; same situations that we came from.

I love her, like he loved you; you did him, like she did me.

Well, hey, let’s face it; I wouldn’t turn around, turn the clock back, or change the situation.

“Naw’ brother, you don’ lost that.”

I understand, because I’ve lost before.

If you let it go, and it don’t return, it ain’t’ a boomerang; meant to be; destiny is through the pain. 

Breathe just a little bit; get it off your brain.

Live wire, Miss Fire, You can’t ignite the flame.

Lost in a shuffled deck, win or lose pain.

Lost in a shuffled deck, win or lose pain.

You let the clubs beat you down for the diamonds, hearts bleed, and the spades trump it all in the end; plain. 

All seems plain, but it ain’t’ plain, when you ain’t’ playing; misfiring with your A game.

Throw your hands up; you’ve got to let it be.

Set it free, and if it comes back, then it’s meant to be through the destiny.

Misfire, maybe you and me. 

Miss Fire, maybe you and me. 

Chorus 1:

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, you'd better, you'd better shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, you'd better, you'd better shoot for my heart.

If you could aim, shoot for my heart.