I get high off of watching preconceived notions of self go up in flames
Off of knowing that my words were the spark
and the breaths between them the wind that fed the fire
Off of watching the phoenix rise from the ashy remnants of it’s former being
Off of my heartbeat echoed in the beating of its wings

Knowing that I wrote the song this new bird sings.

What's it all about?
It's time
To figure
It out

Each second a lifetime
Each millimeter a mile
Without you

Whispers of yesterday
Soulful eyes in a frame
Forever loved

Twirl my hair,
And pretend that I don't care.

Running away from this old town,
Because all it ever did was tore me down.