Kind of like when the flames licked up what I called home, And every blink came with a prayer of waking up, just the same I still haven't. the last time I saw you my heart red like embers like your eyes, and they met mine so empty. I think back to the past two decembers wanting and then having you, and next you're just one more person I've hurt to remember, left in my chain of avoidable destruction. resuscitate your flashing glances into sounds that say you forgive me, but wishful thinking is the root of heartbreak I really don't need another.