I will ask you now as I would ask you then: at whose expense
You are setting fires across an expanse that only you see in grey
And still to you I believe this is the only orange horizon worthy of awe

I should know better than to ask you about the things that burn here instead
The way you look at me, I trust that the day is fast approaching where you ask me to swallow the gasoline too

I won’t lie, I’m afraid that if you don’t come away from that ledge
I will let you jump from the roof of this building
And I'm scared, I am
I don’t want to walk down that staircase alone, and down below
They ask me why, they ask me how
You under that carefully laid tarp, still why, still how
The truth whittling in my throat that I let you