An old friend who is coming home
Or Mama on the telephone
Try and try to hold these
things that make you feel much less alone
you know
It's truly hard to bear to
watch those clothes you used to wear
ablaze, next thing we'll see
you'll try and hold the air we breathe.
And now,
we sit,
across from you,
it's lit,
The fire
Inside
Your eyes
I can't
Deny
I try
To hide
With no
Success
Believe I'm not depressed, you're just a mess and...
... haven't I been looking in a mirror this whole time?
