Pouring kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn
Pouring kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn
Match in hand
Pouring kerosene on everything I loved and watch it burn...
Match is getting to my fingertips
As I watch the memories flash before my eyes fading
Away
Your eyes
The shape from your ears, jaw line
The outline of your lips as you smile
The earth behind that voice
The freckles on your shoulders
The color of your hair
The shape of your hands and the outline of your back
Fuse getting closer to
The end of that match
My friend
You're not close enough to blow it out
I did
I'll start over
Gather those memories and store them in a little glass jar
I'll fill up those unsaid thoughts
The unsaid texts
The wrote out texts I erased
I'll put it away and keep them safe
One day maybe you'll get to read them
Get to see me blow out that flame
I'm sorry if on your side through your eyes the match caught fire
And you had to watch everything you love burn