To be finished

They say the devil’s only friend is fire
I say his words are filled with a fierce desire
Seductively sung as if by a perfectly orchestrated choir
Preying on the weak, the hopeless and the tired
His taste terribly addictive, yet nothing of acquired
While it seemed it was he, it was you I’ve always admired
It was you I admired most, my red white and blue sapphire
I know I have so much more in my heart
But only one thing left to say
Baby, G, _._._._. come take me higher
Because it’s not a dream I require

Honestly it is you I truly desire

“to be finished”