I'll drag myself out of your bed, and through the door, I heard you didn't want me anymore. Isn't that what you said? That you didn't want all of these skeletons? Hiding in your closet, when she came home. I'll throw them in the fire and watch them turn to ash, Watch them burn with the rest of the trash. I only ever aimed to make you smile, Honestly I haven't seen it in awhile... Will you take my hand and burn with me? We could get rid of all the bad things, Erase all the thoughts with band aids. I wait for you to come back to me, But then I see our fire burning, And realize you won’t be returning.