Fossil Fuels

You turn me on like a faucet And you left me running, drip, drip 'Til my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tip Flowers cannot bloom without precipitation And lovers will not last without reciprocation You took your box of matches And you chopped down every stick I kept you warm 'til I was ashes Who taught you how to love like this? Rivers cannot move without precipitation And love is bound to fail without reciprocation Well, you turn me on like a faucet And you left me running, drip, drip 'Til my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tip