Too Many Colors To Count [1ST DRAFT]

↳ arson

Coal and dust and rain and fire
Clouds of smoke, a helmet, you'll never see her again
Spikes and shards of glass, boots thumping on desert ground

A tilted grin, the smell of gasoline
She never learned and never will

I'll take you to court, a bandage to the neck, an IV and a hospital bed
Don't try to wake her, no, shh, she's dead
Don't you know they don't tolerate arson?

A bottle of pills, a business suit, a pen and a paper, a clipboard too
I bump up the numbers, that's how I get through
So sue me
And I'll sue you too

I'll take you to court, a bandage to the neck, an IV and a hospital bed
Don't bother to wake her 'cause if we lose she's dead
Don't you know that they tolerate arson?

Don't you know that they tolerate arson?

The smell of gasoline is still here but the cleaners will come soon
Don't try to wake her 'cause if she isn't dead by morning we'll finish the job
I bump up the numbers, so take a pill or two

Don't you know that they tolerate arson?

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I know this probably isn't that good (I wrote it like two years ago), but it actually has a lot of symbolism in it about corruption that I'm not totally sure I got across lol. If you like it, you like it, I suppose. Interpret it however you want.