I'm watching the home my mind lives in burn to the ground
The sanity that felt comfort there is now crawling around for an exit that can't be found

but hey, maybe it never existed.

I throw out my cigarette,
and as the the last smoke crawls from my throat-
I smile.

there's a nirvana in the embers that are chewing at the ceiling,
and I can hear my thoughts screaming.

but hey, maybe they never existed.

I watch the last of the shingles smother the ashes of that home,
And I'm not so sure my mind was alone.

Because the last time I stayed there,
The night I started the violent flare-

You were in there.

But hey,
at least now it's not hard to say-

"Maybe she never existed."