Kerosene and nicotine
Slowly burns away all memory.
I've never felt more comfortable,
Than
when I found our home was flammable.

You are in the ash
And the dirt
You are alive in everything I touch

Did I dream I let you dig our grave,
While I lie in the dirt, sleep and wait.

How does love pass by
Like wind through our fingers?
And do we intend on changing it?
Or am I to live in regret?

You're still more than the ashes and the dirt.

Even in this, you're everything .