We can cut the burnt edges
and say it was always perfect
We can say this is the best it gets
while one of us is edging

We can go forth and reach the end
knowing we can never come back again
We can begin the night
as the night is ending

We can burst open with emptiness
as though we are full
We can burn through our fuel
until we are empty

We can cut the burnt edges
until it is perfect
It can only get better
when you’re standing on the edge