The Flames Die

I can’t believe that I'm alone.

I've spent six weeks trying to get you home.

I put my head within a plastic sack,

at least that’s something that I have.

I try hard just to let it go,

a false feeling that I am whole.

I spent my time on something dumb,

I’m waiting for you to tell me wrong.

I just can’t stand that this is real.

When I was young there were better days. 

I feel I've died in every way,

I look around and there is no

Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.

I know now that I am not strong

I took a match, and lit your home,

I hope now that you're alone.

I can’t believe that I'm alive.

The city turned as I feared the sky.

No great god put his hate on me,

I guess I am just as a tragedy.

I let it go to see it fly,

'I will return' well you lied.

Its the greater days I think I'm sane,

as I sit and wait only for the rain.

I just can’t stand that this is real.

When I was young there were better days. 

I feel I've died in every way,

I look around and there is no

Light the fire the attic inside is wrong.

I know now that I am not strong

I took a match, and lit your home,

I hope now that you're alone.

Remember me