How can the static that kept us together
feel so much like fire?
And why do its embers
make me feel so cold inside?
Your hands used to feel like home
but now they just feel like ice
pushing me farther down into the depths of the ocean
forcing my heart to sink down into my stomach.
And I should have seen it coming,
I should have seen right through you
the minute you walked into the room
and lit up the whole **** night.
So I shouldn’t be so surprised to find myself in darkness.
Blinded by your lies, unable to see,
feeling like I am fighting against gravity,
searching for my last thread of sanity.
We had the world in the palm of our hands,
and you sold it away for a bottle of wine
and another line
you were willing to cross.
So I’m in the mood for burning down some bridges.
I might just scatter the embers around the centre,
just to watch every single memory
burn from the inside out.
And everything you ever had will turn to ash.
Because that is how I feel
ever since you poured kerosene over my heart
and had the audacity to smile while you stepped all over it
and let the flames consume me.
You left me suffocating
in all the rubble.
You left me lost
in the forest fire you left behind.
So I am in the mood for burning down some bridges
because you left ours in ruins
and left me crawling through the debris
for all the remains you promised were worth saving.
I trusted you, and you set me on fire.
gd
{for S}