Fire spread upon the heart
And you, well you tor mine apart
But just because the song won't start
Doesn't mean that we have to give up

And since the thought of you, it makes me weak
My lips are moving but I can't speak
Now the hope has fin'lly reached it's peak
We just have to let go and see where we fall

For now I know
That I can't let go
But maybe
Maybe
You can
And that's alright with me

Time is fleeting in my chest:
A cavity where birds make their nest
And yes, I once said it in jest
But believe me now when I say

That I'll follow you through blood and smoke
And your eyes are enough to invoke
My heart to laugh, although it's broke
The spiral ends in a pit

For now I know
That I can't let go
But maybe
Maybe
You can see

That now I am
A stronger man
And somehow
Somehow
You see
The good in me

As I sit waiting in my lonely castle, gripping onto the parapets, I pray that I can keep myself away from the fringe of reality

And though I am not lost, it still drives me bonkers that I cannot raise myself up as some sort of merciful avatar; some sort of pillar that cannot be driven into a tailspin as gravity falls around it

Yet, I find that I have leverage in this scenario—that my choices do not fall on pale wings supported by goodfeathers

Somehow this calms me and keeps me feeling supported in a world of alphas, and I know that my final words—even if they do not end with me yelling eureka—will have the effectiveness and power of the big bang theory

And I carry on in thought, yearning for some sort of fairy tail that doesn’t need to begin with “once upon a time,” but that can still lead to a grassy meadow where I can my lay my hands on just one firefly

So I pull on the cape that I was given from this King of Queens, ready to chuck myself over the ledge of the tower, fearing that these pocket monsters I carry with me will do nothing to save my fall

And even though I’m mad about you, and even though I feel like I’m stuck somewhere in the middle, I trust that my life will be saved solely on the fact that I am a person of interest to all

For now I see the end and fear the worst, surrounded by freaks and geeks, by a full house in dire need of home improvement

And despite the fact that family matters, I find that I would give it all away to help a lost girl if it meant saving me

In the end I grab the block of black and, with regret, I end it all with the click of a button