everything's been so different since the fire
we drove those back roads
the ones i'd venture alone
i forewarned you of
oncoming dangers you'd be shown
every tree is bare now
muck, ash
though the grass still grows
and only becomes greener
the further we go
i can no longer sit peacefully near bonfires
every flicker, every spark
reigniting what set all this apart
i no longer play with lighters
i feel as though i have more control, sure
but i no longer
trust these hands
with the possibility of losing it all again
everything's been so different since the fire
everything's just..
decayed
everything's just..
gone
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
everything's been so different since the fire
we drove those back roads
the ones i'd venture alone
i forewarned you of
oncoming dangers you'd be shown
every tree is bare now
muck, ash
though the grass still grows
and only becomes greener
the further we go
i can no longer sit peacefully near bonfires
every flicker, every spark
reigniting what set all this apart
i no longer play with lighters
i feel as though i have more control, sure
but i no longer
trust these hands
with the possibility of losing it all again
everything's been so different since the fire
everything's just..
decayed
everything's just..
gone
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