Yeah… talkin’ to a moth again… I was talking to a moth the other evening, He was tryna break into an electric light bulb, Ready to fry himself just to feel something. I said “Bro, why the rush? Slow down a bit, You’re gonna burn your wings, lose all of it.” He looked at me and said with a crooked grin, “Better to burn bright for one second… Than live a hundred years bored in the dark again.” He didn’t want safety, didn’t want sense, Just one moment of pure fluorescence. Give me the fire, give me the light! Burn my bridges in the middle of the night. A little bit stupid, a little bit wild, Live like a moth… fly into the light. Yeah, it’s crazy, but it feels so right, Live like a moth… into the light. I’ve seen a lot of people like that moth, Trading tomorrow for a moment up top. Chasing that glow in a 40-watt dream, While I’m sitting safe in my boring routine. I wish I had something I wanted that bad, I’d probably ruin my life… and still be glad. I wish there was something I wanted that much… Something worth burning for… Something I couldn’t touch… Give me the fire, give me the light! Burn my bridges in the middle of the night. A little bit stupid, a little bit wild, Live like a moth… fly into the light. Yeah, it’s crazy, but it feels so right, Live like a moth… into the light. I’ll stay in the dark… it’s safer here… Right? …Maybe.
