I can't be the one to say it so
I don't say anything at all
I've got a forest fire burning all the trees I spent years growing in my solar plexus
But all I am is skin and bones and blood harboring unresolved conflicts I try to hide with smoke
Sending fire signals to all the other valleys in sight just to make sure
Make sure no one else gets hurt while I'm burning myself to ashes on the ground
Yet no one gets the message and everyone wants me incarcerated for the fact that maybe no one bothered to listen and at times like these all I can say is I'm sorry you hadn't payed more attention
I was cutting off whole limbs for people that wouldn't even give me a hand when I needed one
Somehow the smoke swallowed me when I wasn't keeping the best watch of myself
I disappeared inside that hollowed out hole inside my chest
I'll take the blame for lighting the match but for all the people that spilled the butane on me and somehow can't even muster up an apology
Maybe I'm greatful I didn't die just so you wouldn't be the ones to write my eulogy
And some of the time
That's more than enough