striking flames with my fingertips
to burn way the pain
smoke or incense
what’s the difference
cloudy eyes
silver haze
stumbling in a drunken daze
this hallway stretches on for days
i lost my car keys
in the lounge
i’m prone to making mistakes
this feeling’s fake
i need to run
need to run
to run
run
second to none
this moment’s done
before it begins
will the rain wash away
my sins
extinguish my fire
i was always a liar
nothing is fine