I wonder if anyone actually thinks
On the concept of bliss
“We were made for each other:
Match made in heavens.”
Oh, how do they not see
That words aren’t as simple as they could be
Because made for each other leads to two paths:
Made to make each other;
Make each other exist
Make each other breathe
Make each other shine.
Or made to destroy each other;
Like the frogs who don’t feel
The warmth of the water
Until it is boiling
Drowning both.
The paths may end up at the same spot, though:
Time will pass, and flames will die
So maybe matches aren't to be played with
Or maybe it doesn't matter what type of "made for" you are
Because there isn't a scenario in which
The fire will wait.
So I guess it's time to leave things when they are still pure
I'm sure the universe would never want to see us fight ourselves
We were match made in heavens, for sure
But it was a match we shouldn’t have strike.