It's easy to let the fire grow,
But it's hard to start it up again.
It's easy in the dark to see the glow,
But it's hard to know what it is back then.
Senseless analogies, sensitive cahoot;
Meaningless fallacies that show us the truth;
The door is ajar, it can't be closed;
The dawn's still afar, we won't remember it most;
I wish I had never opened the box,
If I knew I had no idea to close it.
The lazy dog jumps over the brown fox,
Now you made everything in me twisted.
Sensitive analogies; Senseless as cahoot;
They're still fallacies; They'd show not the truth;
I wish I had known to reel out much better,
Your words of company, more than an affixer;
I wish we could start up the flame again;
*But I guess all I could do is write it all down with a pen.