And I know that what we feel
We become

And what I write
Is often better off undone

But I can tell myself stories
Of how to feel and be
And my blood will carry them
And my heart won't stay on my sleeve
It moves as it beats

And the words won't stay on the page
If they don't have a heart to stay
Or the honesty that comes with rage

Maybe my pen will run dry
Or my brain will cease to try

And show me a million twinkle lights
That dance a most beautiful lie
Right behind my eyes

And I will lose my will to speak
If I can't write what I think
Well I'll still have stories that need
To breathe so I'll do the next best thing
I'll convince my fingers to bleed
And use my stories for ink

I should care but I don't
You could dare but you won't
And I kept dreaming of snow
In the midst of blazing summer
Awake while you're burning slumber
Lover, you will never know
Of the death of our love
I never felt so rough

First things first I was made from the dirt
A hollow shell of skin and bone
Now my souls on fire and I wanna let it burn, let it hurt
A man on fire is a man fully grown

So build your hearth
Gather your sparks
There's room in the coal
There's always room for one more soul

I am one with all the stars in the sky
A dancing fugue alone with the sound of a million bars in the Spanish night
Gun it up and keep it running
A different sound. A different humming.  

A perfect imperfection so delicately poised
Your stare wove threadbare the fabric of this ribcage once destroyed
A weaving song you sang to me
In my heart of hearts I felt the beat
So soft and sweet

Where the smoke rises the fire will die
Not all Jack's fault
Not for lack of salt
For the end is merely a new death
And life is an old friend we must wish well and sell our last breath

And I wept with tears of joy and sadness
Consumed by this earthly madness
I could no longer give myself to the spirit of the sky
For I knew, I knew that no one ever really dies