When I go out,
I make sure to take everything with me.
Nothing can be left behind,
I burn down the whole ******* city.
One by one,
I take a match to each and every building.
I inevitably end up lost in the debris.
Sometimes feeling overwhelming remorse,
For all the charred buildings.
I take my time sifting through,
Let each and every loss, run its course.
I can’t say, that I don’t know what I’m doing.
And i probably always will.
But one thing’s for sure,
I can handle life’s cheap thrills.
I know how to rise from the ashes,
Even ones created by me.
Dust myself off, learn how to breathe.
I’ve done it many times before,
Ensuring myself that in every lifetime,
I got me.